Yet hear them. [Exeunt Duke and Provost Claud. Now, fifter, what's the comfort? Ifab. Why, as all comforts are: moft good indeed: Lord Angelo, having affairs to heaven, Intends you for his fwift embaffador, Claud. Is there no remedy? Ifab. None, but fuch remedy, as, to fave a head, To cleave a heart in twain. Claud. But is there any? fab. Yes, brother, you may live; Ifab. Ay, juft, perpetual durance; a restraint, Claud. But in what nature? Ifab. In fuch a one as (you confenting to't) Would bark your honour from that trunk you bear, And leave you naked. Claud. Let me know the point. Ifab. Oh, I do fear thee, Claudio : and I quake, Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die? Claud. Why give you me this fhame? Think you I can a refolution fetch From flowery tenderness; if I must die, And hug it in mine arms. Ifab. There fpake my brother! there my father's grave. Did utter forth a voice! Yes, thou must die: In bafe appliances. This outward-fainted deputy-- Claud. The princely Angelo? Ifab. Oh, 'tis the cunning livery of hell, The damned'ft body to invest and cover In princely guards! Doft thou think, Claudio, If I would yield him my virginity, Thou might'ft be freed? Claud. Oh, heavens! it cannot be. Ifab. Yes, he would give it thee, for this rank ofSo to offend him ftill: This night's the time [fence, That I fhould do what I abhor to name, Or elfe thou dy't to-morrow. Claud. Thou fhalt not do't. I'd throw it down for your As frankly as a pin. deliverance Claud. Thanks, dear Ifabel. Ifab. Be ready, Claudio, for your death to-mor Claud. Yes. Has he affections in him, [row. That thus can make him bite the law by the nofe? When he would force it, fure it is no fin; Or Or of the deadly feven it is the least. Ifab. Which is the leaft? Claud. If it were damnable, he, being so wise, Ifab. What fays my brother? Claud. Ay, but to die, and go we know not where The weariest and most loathed worldly life, To what we fear of death. Ifab. Alas! alas! Claud. Sweet fifter, let me live: Ifab. Ch, you beaft! Oh, faithlefs coward! Oh, difhoneft wretch! For For fuch a warped flip of wilderness Ne'er iffu'd from his blood. Take my defiance: Claud. Nay, hear me, Isabel. Thy fin's not accidental, but a trade: Claud. Oh, hear me, Isabella. Re-enter Duke. Duke. Vouchfafe a word, young fifter, but one Ifab. What is your will? [word. Duke. Might you difpenfe with your leisure, I would by and by have fome fpeech with you: the fatisfaction I would require, is likewise your own benefit. Ifab. I have no fuperfluous leifure; my stay must be ftolen out of other affairs; but I will attend you a while. Duke. [To CLAUDIO afide.] Son, I have overheard what hath past between you and your fifter. Angelo had never the purpose to corrupt her; only he hath made an affay of her virtue, to practife his judgment with the difpofition of natures: the, having the truth of honour in her, hath made him that gracious denial, which he is most glad to receive: I am confeffor to Angelo, and I know this to be true; therefore prepare yourself to death. Do not fatisfy your resolution with hopes that are fallible: to-morrow you muft die; go to your knees, and make ready. C! Claud. Let me afk my fifter pardon. I am fo out of love with life that I will fue to be rid of it. [Exit CLAUD. Re-enter Provoft Duke. Hold you there; farewell. word with you. Prov. What's your will, father? Provost, a Duke. That now you are come, you will be gone: Leave me a while with the maid; my mind promises with my habit, no lofs fhall touch her by my company. Prov. In good time. [Exit Prov Duke. The hand, that hath made you fair, hath made you good: the goodness, that is cheap in beauty, makes beauty brief in goodness: but grace, being the foul of your complexion, fhould keep the body of it ever fair. The affault, that Angelo hath made to you, fortune hath convey'd to my understanding; and, but that frailty hath examples for his falling, I should wonder at Angelo: How would you do to content this fubftitute, and to fave your brother? Jab. 1 am now going to refolve him: I had rather my brother die by the law, than my fon fhould be unlawfully born. But oh, how much is the good duke deceiv'd in Angelo! if ever he returns, and I can speak to him, I will open my lips in vain, or discover his government. Duke. That ihall not be much amifs: yet, as the matter now ftands, he, will avoid your accufation; he made trial of you only.-Therefore faften your ear on my advisings; to the love I have in doing good, a remedy prefents itfelf. I do make myself believe, that you may most uprighteously do a poor wronged lady a merited be |