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And he, that suffers : oh, 'tis excellent
Lucio. That's well said.
Isab. Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet; For every pelting, petty officer Would use his heav'n for thunder ; • Nothing but thunder. Merciful Heav'n! • Thou rather with thy sharp and sulph’rous bolt • Split'it the unwedgeable and gnarled oak, • Than the soft myrtle: O, but man! proud man, • Drefs'd in a little brief authority, • Most ignorant of what he's most affur'd, • His glassy essence, like an angry ape,
Plays such fantastic 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 she win him.
Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with yourself: Great men may jest with faints : 'tis wit in them; But, in the less, foul profanation.
Lucio. Thou’rt right, girl; more o' that.
Isab. That in the captain's but a choleric word,
Lucio. Art advis'd o' that? more on't.
Ijab. Because authority, though it err like others,
ring. She speaks, and ’tis such fense, That my fense bleeds with it. Fare
well. Ifab. Gentle, my Lord, turn back. Ang. I will bethink me; come again to-morrow.
Ijab. Hark, how I'll bribe yon : good my Lord,
turn back. Ang. How? bribe me? Ifab. Ay, with such gifts, that Heav'n shall share
Lucio. You had marr'd all else,
Isab. Not with fond fhekles of the tested gold,
Ang. Well; come to-morrow.
Ang. At any time 'fore noon.
[Exeunt Lucio and Isabella. S CE N E VIII. 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 she; nor doth she tempt; but it is I, “ That, lying by the violet in the fun, “ Do, as the carrion does, not as the flower, os Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be, “ That modesty may more betray our sense, “ Than woman's lightness ? having waste ground e“ Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary, [nough, “ And pitch our evils there? Oh, fie, fie, fie ! What dost thou? or what art thou, Angelo? Dost thou desire her foully, for those things That make her good? Oh, let her brother live : Thieves for their robbery have authority, When judges steal themselves. What do I love her,
That I desire to hear her speak again,
SCENE IX. Changes to a prison. Enter Duke habited like a Friar, and Provost. Duke. Hail to you, Provost ! so I think you are, Prov. I am the Provost; what's your will, good Friar?
Duke Bound by my charity, and my bless’d order,
Duke. When must he die ?
Prov. As I do think, to-morrow. I have provided for you ; stay a while, [TO Juliet. And you
shall be conducted. Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the fin you carry? Juliet. I do; and bear the shame most patiently.
Duke. I'll teach you how you shall arraign your conAnd try your penitence, if it be found, [fcience, Or hollowly put on. Juliet. I'll gladly learn. VOL.I.
Duke. Love you the man that wrong'd you ?
Duke. So then it seems, your most offenceful act
Duke. 'Tis meet so, daughter; but repent you not,
Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil;.
Duke. There rest.
[Exit. Juliet. Muft die to-morrow! oh, injurious love, That respites me a life, whose
very comfort Is still a dying horror! Proy 'Tis pity of him.
'Tis not the devil's crest.
Serv. One Isabel, a fister, desires access to you.
Ang. Teach her the way. Oh heav'ns !
SCENE XI. Enter Isabella.
Isab. Under your sentence ?
Ifab. When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve,
Ang, Ha? fie, these filthy vices ! 'twere as good
Isab. 'Tis set down so in heav'n, but not in earth.
Ang. And say you so? then I shall pose you quickly.