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their names,

And yet my nature never in the sight, To teeming foison;* even so her plenteous womb
To do it slander: And to behold his sway, Expresses his full tiltht and husbandry.
I will, as 'twere a brother of your order, Isab. Some one with child by him!My
Visit both prince and people: therefore, I proy-

cousin Juliet?

Lucio. Is she your cousin ? Supply me with the habit, and instruct me Isab. Adoptedly; as school-maids change How I may formally in person bear me Like a true friar. More reasons for this action, By vain though apt affection. At our more leisure shall I render you;

Lucio. She it is. Only, this one :-Lord Angelo is precise ; Isab. O, let him marry her! Stands at a guard* with envy ; scarce confesses Lucio. This is the point. That his blood flows, or that his appetite The duke is very strangely gone from hence; Is more to bread than stone: Hence shall we see, Bore many gentlemen, myself being one, If power change purpose, what our seemers be. In hand, and hope of action : but we do learn

[Exeunt. By those that know the very nerves of state,

His givings out were of an infinite distance SCENE V.-A Nunnery.

From his true-meant design. Upon his place, Enter ISABELLA and FRANCISCA. And with full line of his authority, Isab. And have you nuns no further privi- Governs lord Angelo; a man, whose blood leges ?

Is very snow-broth; one who never feels Fran. Are not these large enough? The wanton stings and motions of the sense ;

Isab. Yes, truly: I speak not as desiring more; But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge But rather wishing a more strict restraint With profits of the mind, study and fast, Upon the sisterhood, the votarists of saint Clare. He (to give fear to use and liberty, Lucio. Ho! Peace be in this place! [Within.] Which have, for long, run by the hideous law, Isab. Who's that which calls ?

As mice by lions,) hath pick'd out an act, Fran. It is a man's voice : Gentle Isabella, Under whose heavy sense your brother's life Turn you the key, and know his business of him; Falls into forfeit: he arrests him on it; You may, I may not; you are yet unsworn : And follows close the rigour of the statute, When you have vow'd, you must not speak with To make him an example; all hope is gone, But in the presence of the prioress : [men, Unless you have the gracef by your fair prayer Then, if you speak, you must not show your To soften Angelo: And that's my pith face;

Of business 'twixt you and your poor brother. Or, if you show your face you must not speak. Isab. Doth he so seek his life? He calls again; I pray you, answer him. Lucio. Has censur’d|| him

[Exit FRANCISCA. Already; and, as I hear, the provost hath Isab. Peace and prosperity! Who is't that A warrant for his execution. calls?

Isab. Alas! what poor ability's in me

To do him good ?
Enter Lucio.

Lucio. Assay the power you have.
Lucio. Hail, virgin, if you be; as those cheek-

Isab. My power! Alas! I doubt,

Lucio. Our doubts are traitors, Proclaim you are no less! Can you so stead me, And make us lose the good we oft might win, As bring me to the sight of Isabella,

By fearing to attempt: Go to lord Angelo, A novice of this place, and the fair sister And let him learn to know, when maidens sue, To her unhappy brother, Claudio ?

Men give like gods; but when they weep and Isab. Why her unhappy brother? let me ask; All their petitions are as freely theirs (kneel, The rather, for I now must make you know As they themselves would owes them. I am that Isabella, and his sister.

Isab. I'll see what I can do. Lucio. Gentle and fair, your brother kindly Lucio. But speedily. greets you:

Isab. I will about it straight; Not to be weary with you, he's in prison. No longer staying but to give the mother** Isab. Wo me! For what?

Notice of my affair. I humbly thank you : Lucio. For that, which, if myself might be Commend me to my brother : soon at night his judge,

| I'll send him certain word of my success. He should receive his punishment in thanks : Lucio. I take my leave of you. He hath got his friend with child.

Isab. Good Sir, adieu.

[Exeunt. Isab. Sir, make me not your story.t Lucio. It is true.

ACT II. I would not—though 'tis my familiar sin

SCENE I-A Hall in ANGELO's House. With maids to seem the lapwing, and to jest, Enter ANGELO, Escalus, a JUSTICE, PROTongue far from heart,-play with all virgins so: vost, Officers, and other Attendants. I hold you as a thing enskied, and sainted;

Ang. We must not make a scare-crow of the By your renouncement, an immortal spirit;

Setting it up to feartt the birds of prey, [law, And to be talk'd with in sincerity,

And let it keep one shape, till custom make it As with a saint.

Their perch and not their terror. Isab. You do blaspheme the good, in mock- Escal. Ay, but yet ing me.

Let us be keen, and rather cut a little, Lucio. Do not believe it. Fewness and truth, Than fall, and bruise to death : Alas! this gen'tis thus :

tleman, Your brother and his lover have embrac'd :

Whom I would save, had a most noble father. As those that feed grow full; as blossoming time, Let but your honour know,ft That from the seedness the bare fallow brings


* Breeding plenty.

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(Whom I believe to be most strait in virtue,) Escal. How know you that? That, in the working of your own affections, Elb. My wife, Sir, whom I detest* before Had time coher'd* with place, or place with heaven and your honour,wishing,

Escal. How! thy wife? Or that the resolute acting of your blood Elb. Ay, Sir; whom, I thank' heaven, is an Could have attain'd the effect of your own honest woman, purpose,

Escal. Dost thou detest her therefore? Whether you had not sometime in your life Elb. I say, Sir, I will detest myself also, as Err'd in this point which now you censure him, well as she, that this house, if it be not a bawd's And pull’d the law upon you.

house, it is pity of her life, for it is a naughty Ang. 'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus, house. Another thing to fall. I not deny,

Escal. How dost thou know that, constable? The jury, passing on the prisoner's life,

Elb. Marry, Sir, by my wife; who, if she May in the sworn twelve, have a thief or two had been a woman cardinally given, might Guiltier than him they try: What's open made have been accused in fornication, adultery, and to justice,

all uncleanliness there. That justice seizes. What know the law s, Escal. By the woman's means ? That thieves do passt on thieves ? 'Tis very Elb. Ay, Sir, by mistress Over-done's means : pregnant,f

but as she spit in his face, so she defied him. The jewel that we find, we stoop and take it, Clo. Sir, if it please your honour, this is not Because we see it; but what we do not see, We tread upon, and never think of it.

Elb. Prove it before these varlets here, thou You may not so extenuate his offence, honourable man, prove it. Forg I have had such faults; but rather tell me, Escal. Do you hear how he misplaces? When I, that censure|| him, do so offend,

[TO ANGELO. Let mine own judgment pattern out my death, Clo. Sir, she came in great with child ; and And nothing come in partial. Sir, he must die. longing (saving your honour's reverence) for Escal. Be it as your wisdom will.

stew'd prunes ; Sir, we had but two in the Ang. Where is the provost?

house, which at that very distant time stood, Prov. Here, if it like your honour.

as it were, in a fruit dish, a dish of some threeAng. See that Claudio

pence ; your honours have seen such dishes; Be executed by nine to-morrow morning : they are not China dishes, but very good dishes. Bring him his confessor, let him be prepared ; Escal. Go to, go to: no matter for the dish, For that's the utmost of his pilgrimage. Sir.

[Exit Provost. Clo, No, indeed, Sir, not of a pin ; you are Escal. Well, heaven forgive him; and for- therein in the right : but to the point; As I say, give us all!

this mistress Elbow, being, as I say, with child, Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall : and being great belly'd, and longing, as I said, Some run from brakesT of vice, and answer for prunes; and having but two in the dish, as none;

I said, master Froth here, this very man, hay And some condemned for a fault alone. ing eaten the rest, as I said, and, as I say, Enter Elbow, FroTH, Clown, Oficers, &c. paying for them very honestly ,-for, as you

Elb. Come, bring them away: if these be know, master Froth, I cou'd not give you threegood people in a common-weal,** that do no

pence again.

Froth. No, indeed. thing but use their abuses in common houses, I know no law; bring them away.

C'lo. Very well: you being then, if you be

remember'd, cracking the stones of the foresaid Ang. How now, Sir! What's your name? and what's the matter?

prunes. Elb. If it please your honour, I am the poor

Froth. Ay, so I did, indeed. duke's constable, and my name is Elbow ; 1 do

Clo. Why, very well : 1, telling you then, if lean upon justice, Sir, and do bring in here you be remember'd, that such a one, and such before your good honour two notorious bene- unless they kept very good diet, as I told you.

were past cure of the thing you wot of, factors.

Froth. All this is true. Ang. Benefactors? Well; what benefactors are they? are they not malefactors ?

Clo. Why, very well then. Elb. If it please your honour, I know not

Escal. Come, you are a tedious fool : to the well what they are : but precise villains they that he hath cause to complain of? Come me to

purpose.—What was done to Elbow's wife, are, that I am sure of; and void of all profana- what was done to her. tion in the world, that good Christians ought to have.

Clo. Sir, your honour cannot come to that yet. Escal. This comes off well ;tt here's a wise

Escal. No, Sir, nor I mean it not. officer.

Clo. Sir, but you shall come to it, by your Ang. Go to: What quality are they of? El- master Froth here, Sir; a man of fourscore

honour's leave: And, I beseech you, look into bow is your name? Why dost thou not speak, pound a year; whose father died at Hallow, Elbow? Clo. He cannot, Sir ; he's out at elbow.

mas :-Was't not at Hallowmas master Froth?

Froth. All-hollondt eve. Ang. What are you, Sir? El. He, Sir? a tapster, Sir ; parcelti-bawd; He, Sir, sitting, as I say, in a lowerf chair,

Clo. Why, very well; I hope here be truths : one that serves a bad woman; whose house, Sir ;-twas in the Bunch of Grapes, where, in Sir, was, as they say, pluck'd down in the su- deed, you have a delight to sit: Have you not? burbs ; and now she professes a hot-house, which, I think, is a very ill house too,

Froth. I have so; because it is an open room,

and good for winter. Pass judgment. Plain. Because.

Clo. Why, very well then ;-I hope here be I Thickest, thorny paths of vice. ** Wealth.


truths. 11 Well told. Partly. yg Keeps a bagnio: * For protest:

+ Eve of All Saints day.


a one,

• Suited.


Ang. This will last out a night, in Russia, Escal. Hath she had any more than one husWhen nights are longest there : i'll take my band. leave,

Clo. Nine, Sir; Over-done by the last. And leave you to the hearing of the cause : Escal. Nine !-Come hither to me, master Hoping, you'll find good cause to whip them all. Froth. Master Froth, I would not have you Éscal. I think no less: Good morrow to your acquainted with tapsters ; they will draw you, lordship.

[Evil Angelo. master Froth, and you will hang them: Get Now, Sir, come on: What was done to Elbow's you gone, and let me hear no more of you. wife, once more?

Froth. I thank your worship: For my own Clo. Once, Sir? there was nothing done to part, I never come into any room in a taphouse, her once.

but I am drawn in. Elb. I beseech you, Sir, ask him what this Escal. Well; no more of it, master Froth : man did to my wife.

farewell. (Exit Froth.]-Come you hither Clo. I beseech your honour, ask me. to me, master tapster; what's your name, mas,

Escal. Well, Sir : What did this gentleman ter tapster? to her?

Clo. Pompey. Clo. I beseech you, Sir, look in this gentle- Escal. What else? man's face: Good master Froth, look upon

Clo. Bum, Sir. his honour; 'tis for a good purpose: Doth your

Escal. 'Troth, and your bum is the greatest honour mark his face?

thing about you; so that, in the beastliest sense, Escal. Ay, Sir, very well.

you are Pompey the great. Pompey, you are Clo. Nay, I beseech you, mark it well. partly a bawd, Pompey, howsoever you colour Escal. Well, I do so.

it in being a tapster. Are you not ? come, tell Clo. Doth your honour, see any harm in his me true;

it shall be the better for you. face?

Clo. Truly, Sir, I am a poor fellow, that Escal. Why, no.

would live. Clo. I'll be supposed* upon a book, his face Escal. How would you live Pompey? by is the worst thing about him: Good then; if being a bawd? What do you think of the trade, his face be the worst thing about him, how Pompey? is it a lawful trade? could master Froth do the constable's wife any Clo. If the law would allow it, Sir. harm? I would know that of your honour. Escal. But the law will not allow it, Pompey;

Escal. He's in the right : Constable, what nor it shall not be allowed in Vienna. say you to it?

Clo. Does your worship mean to geld and Elb. First, and it like you, the house is a re- spay all the youth in the city? spected house; next, this is a respected fellow; Éscal. No, Pompey. and his mistress is a respected woman.

Clo. Truly, Sir, in my poor opinion, they will Clo. By this hand, Sir, his wife is a more to't then: If your worship will take order* for respected person than any of us all.

the drabs and the knaves, you need not to fear Elb. Varlet, thou liest; thou liest, wicked the bawds. Farlet: the time is yet to come, that she was Escal. There are pretty orders beginning, I ever respected with man, woman, or child. can tell you: It is but heading and hanging

Clo. Sir, she was respected with him before Clo. If you head and hang all that offend he married with her.

that way but for ten year together, you'll be Escal. Which is the wiser here? Justice, or glad to give out a commission for more heads. Iniquity ? + Is this true?

If this law hold in Vienna ten year,

I'll rent Elb. O thou caitiff! O thou varlet! O thou the fairest house in it, after threepence a bay: wicked Hannibal !! I respected with her, be- If you live to see this come to pass, say, Pomfore I was married to her? If ever I was re- pey told you so. spected with her, or she with me, let not your Escal. Thank you, good Pompey: and, in worship think me the poor duke's officer :- requital of your prophecy, hark you, I advise Prove this, thou wicked Hannibal, or I'll have you, let me not find you before me again upon mine action of battery on thee.

any complaint whatsoever, no, not for dwelling Escal. If he took you a box o’ear, you might where you do; if I do, Pompey, I shall beat have your action of slander too.

you to your tent, and prove a shrewd Cæsar to Elb. Marry, I thank your good worship for you; in plain dealing, Pompey, I shall have it: What is't your worship's pleasure I should you whipt: so, for this time, Pompey, fare you do with this wicked caitiff?

well. Escal. Truly, officer, because he hath some Clo. I thank your worship for your good offences in him, that thou wouldst discover if counsel; but I shall follow it, as the flesh and thou couldst, let him continue in his courses, fortune shall better determine. till thou know'st what they are.

Whip me? No, no; let carman whip his jade ; Elb. Marry, I thank your worship for it: The valiant heart's not whipt out of his trade. Thou seest, thou wicked varlet now, what's

|Exit. come upon thee; thou art to continue now, Escal. Come hither to me, master Elbow; thou varlet; thou art to continue.

come hither, master Constable. How long have Escal. Where were you born, friend? you been in this place of constable ?

(TO FROTA. Elb. Seven year and a half, Sir. Froth. Here in Vienna, Sir.

Escal. I thought, by your readiness in the Escal. Are you of fourscore pounds a year? office, you had continued in it some time : You Froth. Yes, and't please you, Sir.

say, seven years together? Escal. So.-What trade are you of, Sir? Elb. And a half, Sir.

[To the Clown. Escal. Alas! it hath been great pains to you ! Clo. A tapster ; a poor widow's tapster. They do you wrong to put you so oft upon't: Escal. Your mistress's name?

Are there not men in your ward sufficient to Clo. Mistress Over-done.

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Elb. Faith, Sir, few of any wit in such mat- Isab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die: ters: as they are chosen, they are glad to I do beseech you, let it be his fault, choose me for them; I do it for some piece of And not my brother. money, and go through with all.

Prov. Heaven give thee moving graces! Escal. Look you, bring me in the names of Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the aetor some six or seven, the most sufficient of your

of it! parish.

Why, every fault's condemn'd, ere it be done: Elb. To your worship’s house, Sir? Mine were the very cipher of a function,

Escal. To my house : Fare you well. (Exit. To find the faults, whose fine stands in record, Elbow.) What's o'clock, think you?

And let go by the actor. Just. Eleven, Sir.

Isab. O just, but severe law ! Escal. I pray you home to dinner with me. I had a brother then,—Heaven keep your honJust. I humbly thank you.


(Retiring. Escal. It grieves me for the death of Claudio; Lucio. [To Isab.] Give't not o'er so : to him But there's no rera ady.

again, entreat him ; Just. Lord Angelo is severe.

Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown; Escal. It is but needful:

You are too cold: if you should need a pin, Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so ;

You could not with more tame a tongue desire Pardon is still the nurse of second wo:

To him, I say.

[it: But yet,-Poor Claudio !-- There's no remedy. Isab. Must he needs die? Come, Sir.

[Exeunt. Ang. Maiden, no remedy. SCENE II.--Another Room in the same.

Isab. Yes; I do think that you might pardon him,

[mercy. Enter PROVOst and a SERVANT.

And neither heaven, nor man, grieve at the Serv. He's hearing of a cause; he will come Ang. I will not do't. I'll tell him of you.

(straight. Isab. But can you, if you wouid ? Prov. Pray you do. I'll know [Exit SERV. Ang. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. His pleasure ; may be, he will relent: Alas,

Isab. But might you do't, and do the world He hath but as offended in a dream !

no wrong, All sects, all ages, snack of this vice; and he If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse* To die for it

As mine is to him?

Ang. He's sentenc'd ; 'tis too late.

Lucio. You are too cold. [To ISA BELLA. Ang. Now, what's the matter, provost ? Isab. Too late? why, no ; I, that do speak a Prov. Is it your will Claudio shall die to

word, morrow?

May call it back again : Well believe t this; Ang. Did I not tell thee, yea? hadst thou not No ceremony, that to great ones 'longs, Why dost thou ask again?

(order? Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, Prov. Lest I might be too rash:

The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Under your good correction, I have seen, Become them with one half so good a grace, When, after execution, judgement hath As mercy does. If he had been as you, Repented o'er his doom.

And you as he, you would have slipt like him; Ang. Go to; let that be mine :

But he, like you, would not have been so stern. Do you your office, or give up your place, Ang. Pray you, begone. And you shall well be spar'd.

Isab. I would to heaven I had your potency, Prov. I crave your honour's pardon.- And you were Isabel ! should it then be thus What shall be done, Sir, with the groaning No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge, She's very near her hour.

[Juliet? And what a prisoner. Ang. Dispose of her

Lucio. Ay, touch him: there's the vein. To some more sitter place; and that with speed.

(Aside. Re-enter SERVANT.

Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law,

And you but waste your words.
Serv. Here is the sister of the man condemn'd, Isab. Alas! alas!
Desires access to you.

Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; Ang. Hath he a sister?

And He that might the vantage best have took, Prov. Ay, my good lord; a very virtuous maid, Found out the remedy: How would you be, And to be shortly of a sisterhood,

If He, which is the top of judgement, should If not already.

But judge you as you are? O, think on that; Ang. Well, let her be admitted. (Exit. SERV. And mercy then will breathe within your lips, See you, the fornicatress be remov'd;

Like man new made.
Let her have needful, but not lavish, means; Ang. Be you content, fair maid;
There shall be order for it.

It is the law, not I, condemns your brother :
Enter Lucio and ISABELLA.

Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son,

It should be thus with him ;-he must die toProv. Save your honour! [Offering to retire.

morrow. Ang. Stay a little while.- [To IsaB.] You Isab. To-morrow? O, that's sudden! Spare are welcome: What's your will?

him, spare him : Isab. I am a woful suitor to your honour, He's not prepar'd for death! Even for our Please but your honour hear me.


(heaven Ang. Well ; what's your suit?

We kill the fowl of season ;I shall we serve Isab. There is a vice, that most I do abhor. With less respect than we do minister And most desire should meet the blow of justice; To our gross selves ? Good, good my lord, beFor which I would not plead, but that I must; For which I must not plead, but that I am Who is it that hath died for this offence? At war, 'twixt will, and will not.

There's many have committed it. Ing. Well: the matter?

think you:

a iny

Ihan itu

Lucio. Ay, well said.

Lucio. You had marr'd all, else. Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it Isab. Not with fond shekels of the tested* hath slept :

gold, Those many had not dar'd to do that evil, Or stones, whose rates are either rich, or poor, If the first man that did the edict infringe, As fancy values them : but with true prayers, Had answer'd for his deed: now, 'tis awake; That shall be up at heaven, and enter there, Takes note of what is done; and, like a prophet, Ere sunrise ; prayers from preservedt souls, Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils, From fasting maids, whose minds are dedicate (Either now, or by remissness new-conceiv'd, To nothing temporal. And so in progress to be hatch'd and born,) Ang. Well : come to me Are now to have no successive degrees,

To-morrow. But, where they live, to end.

Lucio. Go to; it is well; away. Isab. Yet show some pity.

[.Aside to ISABELLA, Ang. I show it most of all, when I show Isab. Heaven keep your honour safe! justice;

Ang. Amen : for I For then I pity those I do not know,

Am that way going to temptation, (.Aside. Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall; Where prayers cross. And do him right, that, answering one foul

Isab. At what hour to-morrow wrong,

Shall I attend your lordship? Lives not to act another. Be satisfied ;

Ang. At any time 'fore noon. Your brother dies to-morrow; be content. Isab. Save your honour ! Isab. So you must be the first, that gives this [Exeunt Lucro, ISABELLA, and Provost. sentence;

Ang. From thee ; even from thy virtue ! And he, that suffers : 0, it is excellent What's this? what's this? Is this her fault, or To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous


[Ha! To use it like a giant.

The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most? Lucio. That's well said.

Not she; nor doth she tempt : but it is 1, Isab. Could great men thunder

That lying by the violet, in the sun, As Jove himselfdoes,Jove would ne'er be quiet, Do, as the carrion does, not as the flower, For every pelting,* petty officer,

Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be, Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing but That modesty may more betray our sense Merciful heaven!


Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous

enough, bolt,

Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary, Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarledt oak, And pitch our evils there?! O, fie, fie, fie! Than the soft myrtle:-0,but man, proud man! What dost thou? or what art thou, Angelo Drest in a little brief authority ;

Dost thou desire her foully, for those things Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, That make her good ? 0, let her brother live : His glassy essence,-like an angry ape,

Thieves for their robbery have authority, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, When judges steal themselves. What? do I As make the angels weep; who, with our spleens,

love her, Would all themselves laugh mortal.

That I desire to hear her speak again, Lucio. O, to him, to him, wench: he will re- And feast upon her eyes? What is't I dream on? He's coming, I perceive't.

[lent; O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint, Prov. Pray heaven, she win him !

With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with Is that temptation, that doth goad us on [pet, ourself:

[them; To sin in loving virtue : never could the strumGreat men may jest with saints : 'tis wit in With all her doubled vigour, art, and nature, But, in the less, foul profanation. [o’ that. Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid Lucio. Thou’rt in the right, girl; more Subdues me quite ;-Ever, till now,

Isab. That in the captain's buta choleric word, When men were fond, I smil'd, and wonderd Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.


[Eril. Lucio. Art advis'd o' that? more on't. Ang. Why do you put these sayings upon me?

SCENE III.-A Room in a Prison. Isab. Because authority, though it err like Enter Duke, habited like a Friar, and PROVOST

others, Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself,

Duke. Hail to you, provost! so, I think you That skins the vice o' the top: Go to your bosom ;


Prov. I am the provost: What's your will, Knock there ; and ask your heart, what it doth

good friar? That's like my brother's fault: if it confess

Duke. Bound by my charity, and my bless od A natural guiltiness, such as is his,

I come to visit the afflicted spirits (order, Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue

Here in the prison : do me the common right

To let me see them; and to make me know Against my brother's life. Ang. She speaks, and 'tis

The nature of their crimes, that I may minister Such sense, that my sense breeds with it.

To them accordingly.

Prov. I would do more than that, if more Fare you well.

were needful. Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back. Ang. I will bethink me :-Come again to

Enter JULIET. morrow

Look, here comes one ; a gentlewoman of mine, Isab. Hark, how I'll bribe you : Good my Who falling in the flames of her own youth, lord, turn back.

Hath blister'd her report : She is with child, Ang. How! bribe me?

And he that got it, sentenc'd : a young man Isob. Ay, with such gifts, that heaven shall share with you.

* Attested, stamped. Preserved from the corruption of the worij.


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