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 flaws of her own youth,
Hath blister'd her report: She is with child;
And he that got it, sentenc'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, And you shall be conducted.

[TO JULIET. Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry? Juliet. I do; and bear the shame most patiently. Duke. I'll teach you how you shall arraign your conscience,

And try your penitence, if it be sound,

Or hollowly put on.

Juliet.

I'll gladly learn.

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 sin of heavier kind than his. Juliet. I do confess it, and repent it, father.

Duke. 'Tis meet so, daughter: but lest you do repent, As that the sin hath brought you to this shame,— Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not Heaven; Showing, we would not spare Heaven, 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.

There rest.

Duke.

Your partner, as

hear, must die to-morrow,

And I am going with instruction to him.-
Grace go with you! Benedicite!

[Exit.

Juliet. Must die to-morrow! O, injurious love, That respites me a life, whose very comfort

Is still a dying horror!

Prov.

"T is pity of him.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.-A Room in Angelo's House.

Enter ANGELO.

a

Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and pray
To several subjects: Heaven hath my empty words;
Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue,
Anchors on Isabel: Heaven in my mouth,
As if I did but only chew his name;

And in my heart, the strong and swelling 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,b change for an idle plume,
Which the air beats for vain. O place! O form!
How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit,
Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls
To thy false seeming! Blood, thou art blood:
Let 's write good angel on the devil's horn,
"T is not the devil's crest.

Enter Servant.

One Isabel, a sister,

How now, who's there?

Serv.

Desires access to you.

Ang. Teach her the way. O Heavens! [Exit Serv.

a Invention-imagination.

b Boot-advantage.

• Case-outside.

Why does my blood thus muster to my heart,
Making both it unable for itself,

And dispossessing 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 general, subject to a well-wish'd king,
Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness
Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love
Must needs appear offence.

Enter ISABELLA.

How now, fair maid?

Isab.

I am come to know your pleasure. Ang. That you might know it would much better please me,

Than to demand what 't is. Your brother cannot live. Isab. Even so.-Heaven keep your honour! [Retiring. 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.

Isab. When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve, Longer, or shorter, he may be so fitted,

That his soul sicken not.

Ang. Ha! Fie, these filthy vices! It were as good To pardon him that hath from nature stolen

A man already made, as to remit

Their saucy sweetness, that do coin Heaven's image

In stamps that are forbid: 't is all as easy
Falsely to take away a life true made,

As to put mettle in restrained means,

To make a false one.

Isab. "T is set down so in heaven, but not in earth. Ang. Say you so? then I shall poze you quickly. a The general-the people.

Which had you rather, That the most just law
Now took your brother's life; or, to redeem him,
Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness,
As she that he hath stain'd?

Isab.
Sir, believe this,
I had rather give my body than my soul.

Ang. I talk not of your soul: Our compell'd sins Stand more for number than for accompt.

Isab.

How say you? Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak Against the thing I say. Answer to this ;

I, now the voice of the recorded law,
Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life:
Might there not be a charity in sin,

To save this brother's life?

Isab.

Please you to do 't,

I'll take it as a peril to my soul,

It is no sin at all, but charity.

Ang. Pleas'd you to do 't, at peril of your soul, Were equal poise of sin and charity.

Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sin,

Heaven let me bear it! you granting of my suit,
If that be sin, I 'll make it my morn prayer

To have it added to the faults of mine,

And nothing of your answer.a

Ang.

Nay, but hear me:

Your sense pursues not mine: either you are ignorant, Or seem so, craftily; and that's not good.

Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good,

But graciously to know I am no better.

Ang. Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright,
When it doth tax itself: as these black masks
Proclaim an enshield beauty ten times louder
Than beauty could, displayed.-But mark me;
To be received plain, I 'll speak more gross :
Your brother is to die.

a Your answer-for you to answer.

Isab. So.

appears

Ang. And his offence is so, as it Accountant to the law upon that pain.

Isab. True.

Ang. Admit no other way to save his life,
(As I subscribe not that, nor any other,
But in the loss of question,) that you, his sister,
Finding yourself desir'd of such a person,
Whose credit with the judge, or own great place,
Could fetch your brother from the manacles
Of the all-binding law; and that there were
No earthly mean to save him, but that either
You must lay down the treasures of your body
To this suppos'd, or else to let him suffer;
What would you do?

Isab. As much for my poor brother as myself:
That is, Were I under the terms of death,

The impression of keen whips I 'd wear as rubies,
And strip myself to death, as to a bed

That longing had been sick for, ere I'd yield
My body up to shame.

Ang.
Isab. And 't were the cheaper way:
Better it were a brother died at once,
Than that a sister, by redeeming him,

Then must your brother die.

Should die for ever.

Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the sentence That you have slander'd so?

Isab. Ignomy in ransom, and free pardon,

Are of two houses: lawful mercy

Is nothing kin to foul redemption.

Ang. You seem'd of late to make the law a tyrant; And rather prov'd the sliding of your brother

A merriment, than a vice.

Isab. O, pardon me, my lord; it oft falls out,

To have what we would have, we speak not what we

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