And he, that suffers : oh, 'tis excellent
To have a giani's strengih; but it is tyranous
To use it like a giant.

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,
Which in the foldier is flat blafphemy.

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

Ijab. Because authority, though it err like others,
Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself,
That ikins the vice o'th'top: go to your bofom;
Knock there, and ask your heart, what it doth know
That's like my brother's fault ; if it confess
A natural guiltiness, such as is his,
Let it not found a thought upon your tongue
Againit my brother's life.

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

with you.

Lucio. You had marr'd all else,

Isab. Not with fond fhekles of the tested gold,
Or stones, whose 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 sun-rise : prayers from preserved fouls,
From fasting maids, whose minds are dedicate
To nothing temporal.

Ang. Well; come to-morrow.
Lucio. Go to ; 'tis well ; away.
Ifab. Heav'n keep your Honour safe!

Ang. Amen.
For I am that way going to temptation,

Isab. At what hour to-morrow
Shall I attend your Lordship?

Ang. At any time 'fore noon.
Isab. 'Save your Honour.

[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,
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 strunipet,
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 smild, and wonder'd how.


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,
I come to visit the afflicted fpirits
Here in the prison ; do me the common right
To let me see 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 blister'd her report: she is with child ;
And he that got it, sentence'd: a young man
More fit to do another such 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

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.


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Duke. Love you the man that wrong'd you ?
Juliet. Yes, as I love the woman that wrong'd him.

Duke. So then it seems, 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 so, daughter; but repent you not,
As that the sin hath brought you to this shame?
Which sorrow's always tow'rds ourselves, not Heav'n;
Shewing, we'd not seek heav'n, as we love it,
But as we stand in fear.

Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil;.
And take the shame with joy.

Duke. There rest.
Your partner, as I hear, muft die to-morrow,
And I am going with instruction to him ;
So: grace go with you! benedicete.

[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.

SCEN E X. Changes to the palace.

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

To fev'ral subjects. 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 strong 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 wiser fouls
To thy false seeming? blood, thou art but blood.
Let's write good angel on the devil's horn;

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Enter fervant.
How now, who's there :

Serv. One Isabel, a fister, desires 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 difpofleffing all my other parts
Of necessary fitness ?
So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons;
Come all to help him, and so stop the air
By which he should revive : and even so
The gen’ral subjects to a well-with'd King
Quit their own part, and in obfequious fondness
Croud to his presence, where their untaught love
Must needs appear offence. How now, fair maid ?

SCENE XI. Enter Isabella.
Isab. 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.
Isab. Ev’n so ! Heaven keep your Honour !

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

Isab. Under your sentence ?
Ang. Yea.

Ifab. When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve,
Longer or shorter, he may be fo fitted,
That his soul ficken not.

Ang, Ha? fie, these filthy vices ! 'twere as good
To pardon him that hath from nature stol'n
A man already made, as to remit
Their fawcy sweetness, that do coin heav'n's image
In stamps that are forbid: 'tis all as easy,
Falsely to take away a life true made,
As to put metal in restrained means,
To make a false one.

Isab. 'Tis set down so in heav'n, but not in earth.

Ang. And say you so? then I shall pose you quickly.
Which had you rather, that the most just law
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