And he, that fuffers: oh, 'tis excellent

To have a giant's strength;

To use it like a giant.

Lucio. That's well faid.
Ifab. Could

great men

but it is tyranous

thunder

As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet;
For every pelting, petty officer

Would ufe his heav'n for thunder;

Nothing but thunder. Merciful Heav'n!

Thou rather with thy fharp and fulph'rous bolt
Split'ft the unwedgeable and gnarled oak,

•Than the foft myrtle: O, but man! proud man,
• Drefs'd in a little brief authority,

• Moft ignorant of what he's most affur'd,

His glaffy effence, like an angry ape,

Plays fuch fantaftic tricks before high heav'n,

As makes the angels weep; who, with our fpleens, • Would all themselves laugh mortal.

Lucio. Oh, to him, to him, wench; he will relent; He's coming: I perceiv't.

Prov. Pray Heav'n fhe win him.

Ifab. We cannot weigh our brother with yourfelf: Great men may jeft with faints: 'tis wit in them; But, in the lefs, foul profanation.

Lucio. Thou'rt right, girl; more o' that.

Ifab. That in the captain's but a choleric word, Which in the foldier is flat blafphemy.

Lucio. Art advis'd o' that? more on't.

Ang. Why do you put these fayings upon me? Ifab. Becaufe authority, though it err like others, Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself,

That skins the vice o' th' top: go to your bofom; Knock there, and afk your heart, what it doth know That's like my brother's fault; if it confefs

A natural guiltinefs, fuch as is his,

Let it not found a thought upon your tongue
Againit my brother's life.

Ang. She fpeaks, and 'tis fuch fenfe,

That my fenfe bleeds with it.

Fare you well.

Ifab. Gentle, my Lord, turn back.

Ang. I will bethink me; come again to-morrow.

Ijab. Hark, how I'll bribe you: good my Lord, turn back.

Ang. How bribe me?

Ifab. Ay, with fuch gifts, that Heav'n fhall share with you.

Lucio. You had marr'd all elfe.

Ifab. Not with fond fhekles of the tested gold,
Or ftones, whofe rate are either rich, or poor,
As fancy values them; but with true prayers,
That shall be up at heav'n, and enter there,
Ere fun-rise: prayers from preferved fouls,
From fafting maids, whofe minds are dedicate
To nothing temporal.

Ang. Well; come to-morrow.

Lucio. Go to; 'tis well; away.

Ifab. Heav'n keep your Honour fafe!
Ang. Amen.

For I am that way going to temptation,
Where prayers cross.

Ifab. At what hour to-morrow

Shall I attend your Lordfhip?
Ang. At any time 'fore noon.

Ifab. 'Save your Honour.

[Exeunt Lucio and Ifabella.

Ang. From thee; even from thy virtue.

What's this? what's this? is this her fault or mine?

"The tempter, or the tempted, who fins most? "Not fhe; nor doth fhe tempt; but it is 1,

"That, lying by the violet in the sun, "Do, as the carrion does, not as the flower, Corrupt with virtuous feafon. Can it be, "That modefty may more betray our sense, "Than woman's lightnefs? having wafte ground e"Shall we defire to raze the fanctuary, [nough, "And pitch our evils there? Oh, fie, fie, fie! What doft thou? or what art thou, Angelo? Doft thou defire her foully, for those things That make her good? Oh, let her brother live: Thieves for their robbery have authority,

When judges fteal themselves. What? do I love her,

That I defire to hear her speak again,

And feast upon her eyes? what is't. I dream on? Oh, cunning enemy, that, to catch a faint, With faints doft bait thy hook! most dangerous "Is that temptation, that doth goad us on "To fin in loving virtue: ne'er could the ftrumpet, With all her double vigour, art and nature, Once ftir my temper; but this virtuous maid Subdues me quite. Ever till this very now, When men were fond I fmil'd, and wonder'd how. [Exit.

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SCENE IX. Changes to a prifon. Enter Duke habited like a Friar, and Provost. Duke. Hail to you, Provost! fo I think you are. Prov. I am the Provost; what's your will, good Friar? Duke Bound by my charity, and my blefs'd order, come to vifit the afflicted fpirits

Here in the prifon; do me the common right

To let me fee them, and to make me know

The nature of their crimes; that I may minister
To them accordingly.

Prov. I would do more than that, if more were needful.

Enter Juliet.

Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine,
Who falling in the flames of her own youth,
Hath blifter'd her report: fhe is with child;
And he that got it, fentence'd: a young man
More fit to do another fuch offence,

Than die for this.

Duke. When must he die?

Prov. As I do think, to-morrow.

I have provided for you; stay a while, [To Juliet. And you fhall be conducted.

Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the fin you carry? Juliet. I do; and bear the fhame moft patiently. Duke. I'll teach you how you fhall arraign your conAnd try your penitence, if it be found,

Or hollowly put on.

Juliet. I'll gladly learn.

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Duke.

Duke. Love you the man that wrong'd you?

Juliet. Yes, as I love the woman that wrong'd him. Duke. So then it feems, your most offenceful act Was mutually committed.

Juliet. Mutually.

Duke. Then was your fin of heavier kind than his. Juliet. I do confefs it, and repent it, father.

Duke. 'Tis meet fo, daughter; but repent you not, As that the fin hath brought you to this fhame? Which forrow's always tow'rds ourselves, not Heav'n; Shewing, we'd not feek heav'n, as we love it, But as we ftand in fear.

Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil;

And take the fhame with joy.

Duke. There reft.

Your partner, as I hear, muft die to-morrow,

And I am going with inftruction to him;

So grace go with you! benedicete.

[Exit.

Juliet. Muft die to-morrow! oh, injurious love, That refpites me a life, whose very comfort

Is ftill a dying horror!

Prov 'Tis pity of him.

SCENE

X.

[Exeunt.

Changes to the palace.

Enter Angelo.

Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and

pray

To fev'ral fubjects.

Heav'n hath my empty words,
Whilft my intention, hearing not my tongue,
Anchors on Ifabel. Heav'n's in my mouth,
As if I did but only chew its name;

And in my heart the ftrong and fwelling evil
Of my conception: the state, whereon I studied,
Is, like a good thing being often read,
Grown fear'd and tedious; yea, my gravity,
Wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride,
Could I with boot change for an idle plume
Which the air beats for vain. Oh place oh form!
How often doft thou with thy cafe, thy habit,
Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wifer fouls
To thy falfe feeming? blood, thou art but blood.
Let's write good angel on the devil's horn;

'Tis not the devil's creft.

Enter fervant.

How now, who's there?

Serv. One Ifabel, a fifter, defires access to you.
Ang. Teach her the way. Oh heav'ns!
Why does my blood thus muster to my heart,
Making both that unable for itself,

And difpoffeffing all my other parts

Of neceffary fitness?

So play the foolish throngs with one that fwoons;
Come all to help him, and fo stop the air
By which he should revive and even fo
The gen'ral fubjects to a well-wish'd King
Quit their own part, and in obfequious fondness
Croud to his prefence, where their untaught love
Muft needs appear offence. How now, fair maid ?
SCENE XI. Enter Ifabella.

Ifab. I am come to know your pleasure.

Ang. That you might know it, would much better please me,

Than to demand what 'tis. Your brother cannot live. Ifab. Ev'n fo! Heaven keep your Honour !

Ang. Yet

[Going.

may he live a while; and, it may be, As long as you or I; yet he must die.

Ifab. Under your sentence?

Ang. Yea.

Ifab. When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve, Longer or fhorter, he may be fo fitted,

That his foul ficken not.

Ang, Ha? fie, thefe filthy vices! 'twere as good To pardon him that hath from nature stol'n

A man already made, as to remit

Their fawcy fweetnefs, that do coin heav'n's image
In ftamps that are forbid: 'tis all as easy,
Falfely to take away a life true made,

As to put metal in restrained means,

To make a falfe one.

Ifab. 'Tis fet down fo in heav'n, but not in earth. Ang. And fay you fo? then I fhall pose you quickly. Which had you rather, that the moft juft law

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