Escal. Come hither to me, master Elbow; come hither, master constable. How long have you been in this place of constable? Elb. Seven years and a half, Sir, Escal. I thought, by your readiness in the office, you had continued in it some time: You say, seven years together? Elb. And a half, Sir. Escal. Alas! it hath been great pains to you! They do you wrong to put you so oft upon't: Are there not men in your ward sufficient to serve it? Elb. Faith, Sir, few of any wit in such matters: as they are chosen, they are glad to choose me for them; I do it for some piece in money, and go through with all. Escal. Look you, bring me of the names of some six or seven, the most sufficient of your parish. Elb. To your worship's house, Sir? Escal. To my house: fare you well. [Exit Elbow.] What's o'clock, think you? Just. Eleven, Sir. Escal. I pray you home to dinner with me. Escal. It grieves me for the death of Claudio; Just. Lord Angelo is severe. Escal. It is but needful: Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so; Pardon is still the nurse of second woe: But yet,-Poor Claudio!-There's no remedy. [Exeunt. SCENE 11-Another Room in the same. Enter PROVOST and a SERVANT. Serv. He's hearing of a cause; he will come straight. I'll tell him of you. Prov. Pray you, do. [Exit Servant.] I'll know All sects, all ages smack of this vice; and he Enter ANGELO. Ang. Now, what's the matter, Provost ? Prov. Is it your will Claudio shall die to-morrow? Ang. Did I not tell thee, yea? Hadst thou not or der? Why dost thou ask again? Prov. Lest I might be too rash: Under your good correction, I have seen, Ang. Go to; let that be mine; Do you your office, or give up your place, Prov. I crave your honour's pardon. What shall be done, Sir, with the groaning Juliet ? She's very near her hour. Ang. Dispose of her To some more fitter place; and that with speed. Re-enter SERVANT, Serv. Here is the sister of the man condemn'd, Desires access to you. Ang. Hath he a sister? Prov. Ay, my good lord; a very virtuous maid, And to be shortly of a sisterhood, If not already. Ang. Well, let her be admitted. [Exit Servant. See you, the fornicatress be removed; Let her have needful, but not lavish, means; Enter LUCIO and ISABELLA. Prov. Save your honour! [Offering to retire. Ang. Stay a little while.-[To Isab.] You are wel come: What's your will? Isab. I am a woeful suitor to your honour, Please but your honour hear me, Ang. Well; what's your suit? Isab. There is a vice, that most I do abhor, And most desire should meet the blow of justice; For which I would not plead, but that I must; Ang. Well; the matter? Isab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die: I do beseech you, let it be his fault, And not my brother. Prov. Heaven give thee moving graces! Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it! Why, every fault's condemn'd, ere it be done : Mine were the very cypher of a function, To find the faults, whose fine stands in record, And let go by the actor. Isab. O just, but severe law! I had a brother then.-Heaven keep your honour! Lucio. [To Isab.] [Retiring. Give't not o'er so: to him again, intreat him; Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown; You are too cold: if you should need a pin, You could not with more tame a tongue desire it: To him, I say. Isab. Must he needs die ? Ang. Maiden, no remedy. Isab. Yes; I do think that you might pardon him, And neither heaven, nor man, grieve at the mercy. Ang. I will not do't. Isab. But can you, if you would? Ang. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. Isab. But might you do't, and do the world no wrong, If so, your heart were touch'd with that remorse As mine is to him? Ang. He's sentenced; 'tis too late. Lucio. You are too cold. [To Isabella. Isab. Too late? Why no; I that do speak a word, May call it back again: well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, And you as he, you would have slipt like him; Isab. I would to heaven I had your potency, Lucio. Ay, touch him: there's the vein. [Aside. Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law, And you but waste your words. Isab. Alas! alas! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; Pity. + Be assured. Ang. Be you content, fair maid; It is the law, not I, condemns your brother: It should be thus with him;-he must die to-morrow. Isab. To-morrow? O, that's sudden! Spare him, spare him; He's not prepared for death! Even for our kitchens We kill the fowl of season*; shall we serve heaven With less respect than we do minister To our gross selves? Good, good my lord, bethink you: Who is it that hath died for this offence? There's many have committed it. Lucio. Ay, well said. Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept : Those many had not dared to do that evil, Isab. Yet shew some pity. Ang. I shew it most of all, when I shew justice; For then I pity those I do not know, Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall; And do him right, that, answering one foul wrong, Lives not to act another. Be satisfied; Your brother dies to-morrow; be content. Isab. So you must be the first, that gives this sentence; And he, that suffers: O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous 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, [thunder. Would use his heaven for thunder: nothing but Merciful heaven! Thou, rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt, Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak, Than the soft myrtle;-0, but man, proud man! Dress'd in a little brief authority; * When in season. + Paltry. Knotted. Most ignorant of what he's most assured, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, Lucio. O, to him, to him, wench: he will relent; He's coming; I perceive't. Prov. Pray heaven she win him! Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with ourself: Great men may jest with saints: 'tis wit in them; But in the less, foul profanation. Lucio. Thou'rt in the right, girl; more o' that. Isab. That in the captain's but a choleric word, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. Lucio. Art advised o' that? More on't. Ang. Why do you put these sayings upon me? Isab. Because authority, though it err like others, Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself, That skins the vice o' the top: go to your bosom; 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 sound a thought upon your tongue Ang. She speaks, and 'tis Such sense, that my sense breeds with it-Fare well. Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back. you Ang. I will bethink me:-Come again to-morrow. Isab. Hark, how I'll bribe you: good my lord, turn back. Ang. How bribe me? Isab. Ay, with such gifts that heaven shall share with you. Lucio. You had marr'd all else, Isab. Not with fond shekels of the tested gold, Or stones, whose rates are either rich or poor, As fancy values them: but with true prayers, That shall be up at heaven, and enter there, Ere sun-rise; prayers for preserved + souls, From fasting maids, whose minds are dedicate To nothing temporal. Ang. Well: come to me to-morrow. Lucio. Go to; it is well; away. [Aside to Isabella. Isab. Heaven keep yo" nour safe! Ang. Amen: for I Attested, star Preserved f tion of the world. |