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Ang. My lord, her wits, I fear me, are not firm : She hath been a suitor to me for her brother, Cut off by course of justice. Isa.
By course of justice ! Ang. And she will speak most bitterly and
strange. Isa. Most strange, but yet most truly, will I
Nay, ten times strange.
Away with her.-Poor soul, She speaks this in the infirmity of sense.
Isa. O prince, I conjure thee, as thou believest There is another comfort than this world, That thou neglect me not, with that opinion That I am touch'd with madness : make not impos
sible That which but seems unlike : 'tis not impossible, But one, the wickedest caitiff on the ground, May seem as shy, as grave, as just, as absolute,1
| As complete in all the round of duty.
As Angelo; even so may Angelo,
By mine honesty,
O, gracious duke,
Many that are not mad, Have, sure, more lack of reason.-What would you
say? Isa. I am the sister of one Claudio, Condemn'd
upon the act of fornication To lose his head; condemn'd by Angelo : 1, in probation of a sisterhood, Was sent to by my brother. One Lucio As then the messenger ;Lucio.
That's I, an 't like your grace : I came to her from Claudio, and desired her
1 Habiliments and characters of office. 3 Apparent inconsistency.
3 And for ever hide, i.e. plunge into eternal darkness, the false one, i.e. Angelo, who now seems honest.
To try her gracious fortune with lord Angelo,
brother's pardon. Isa.
That 's he, indeed.
No, my good lord ;
I wish you now then;
honor. Duke. The warrant 's for yourself; take heed
to it. Isa. This gentleman told somewhat of my tale. Lucio. Right.
Duke. It may be right; but you are in the wrong To speak before your
time. Proceed. Isa.
Duke. That's somewhat madly spoken.
Pardon it ; The phrase is to the matter.
Duke. Mended again : the matter :-proceed.
Isa. In brief,—to set the needless process by, How I persuaded, how I pray'd and kneelid, How he refelld 1 me, and how I replied ; (For this was of much length) the vile conclusion I now begin with grief and shame to utter:
He would not, but by gift of my chaste body
purpose surfeiting, he sends a warrant
This is most likely! Isa. O, that it were as like, as it is true ! Duke. By heaven, fond ? wretch, thou know'st
not what thou speak'st; Or else thou art suborn'd against his honor, In hateful practice. First, his integrity Stands without blemish :-next, it imports no
you on ;
And is this all ?
4 False appearance.
As I, thus wrong'd, hence unbelieved go!
Duke. I know, you'd fain be gone !- An officer! To prison with her.-Shall we thus permit A blasting and a scandalous breath to fall On him so near us ? This needs must be a practice.? --Who knew of your intent, and coming hither?
Isa. One that I would were here, friar Lodowick. Duke. A ghostly father, belike.—Who knows
that Lodowick ? Lucio. My lord, I know him; 'tis a medling
I do not like the man : had he been lay, my lord,
F. Peter. Blessed be your royal grace !