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Clo. Pompey,

Clo. Why, very well then ;-I hope here bej Clo. Mistress Over-done. truths.

Escal. Hath she had any more than one husband ? Ang. This will last out a night in Russia, Clo. Nine, sir; Over-done by the last. When nights are longest there: I'll take my leave, Escal. Nine!--Come hither to me, master Froth. And leave you to the hearing of the cause ; Master Froth, I would not have you acquainted Hoping, you'll tind good cause to whip them all. with tapsters ; they will draw you, master Froth, Escal. I think no less : good morrow to your and will 'hang them: get you gone, and let lordship.

[Exit Angelo. me hear no more of you. Now, sir, come on: what was done to Elbow's' Froth. I thank your worship: for mine own wife, once more?

part, I never come into any room in a taphouse, Clo. Once, sir ? there was nothing done to her but I am drawn in.

Escal. Well; no more of it, master Froth: fareElb. I beseech you, sir, ask him what this man well

. [Exit Froth.)–Come you hither to me, did to my wife?

master tapster; whai's your name, master tapster ? Clo. I beseech your honour, ask me. Escal. Well, eir: what did this gentleman to her?! Escal. What else?

Clo. I beseech you, sir, look in this gentleman's Clo. Bum, sir. face :-Good master Froth, look upon his honour;' Escal. 'Troth, and your bum is the greatest 'tis for a good purpose : doth your honour mark thing about you; so that, in the beastliest sense, you his face?

are Pompey the great. Pompey, you are partly a Escal. Ay, sir, very well

bawd, Pompey, howsoever you colour it in being a Clo. Nay, I beseech you, mark it well. tapster. Are you not ? come, tell me true; it shall Escal Well, I do so.

be the better for you. Clo. Doth your honour see any harm in his face? Clo. Truly, sir, I am a poor fellow, that would Escal. Why, no.

live. Cle. I'll be suppos'd' upon a book, his face is Escal. How would you live, Pompey? by being the worst thing about hi'n: good then; if his face a bawd? What do you think of the trade, Pombe the worst thing about him, how could master pey? is it a lawful trade? Froth do the constable's wife any harm ? I would Clo. If the law would allow it, sir. know that of your honour.

Escal. But the law will not allow it, Pompey; Escal. He's in the right: constable, what say nor it shall not be allowed in Vienna. you to it?

Clo. Does your worship mean to geld and spay Elb. First, an it like you, the house is a re- all the youth in the city ? spected house ; next, this is a respected fellow; Escal. No, Pompey. and his mistress is a respected woman.

Clo. Truly, sir, in my poor opinion, they will Cio. By this hand, sir, his wife is a more to't then : if your worship will take order for the respected person than any of us all.

drabs and the knaves, you need not to fear the Elb. Varlet, thou liest ; thou liest, wicked var- bawds. let: the time is yet to come, that she was ever re

Escal. There are pretty orders beginning, I can speeted with man, woman, or child.

tell you: it is but heading and hanging. Clo. Sir, she was respected with him before he Clo. If you head and hang all that offend that married with her.

way but for ten year together, you'll be glad to Escal. Which is the wiser here ? justice, or ini- give out a commission for more heads. If this law quity ?? Is this true?

hold in Vienna ten year, I'll rent the fairest house Elb. O thou caitiff! O thou varlet! O thou wick- in it, after three-pence a bay: if you live to see ed Hannibal !' I respected with her, before I was this come to pass, say Pompey told you so, married to her ? If ever I was respected with her, Es al. Thank you, good Pompey; and, in reor she with me, let not your worship think me the quital of your prophecy, hark you,–1 advise you, poor duke's officer:-Prove this, thou wicked Han- let me not find you before me again upon any comnibal, or I'll have mine action of battery on thee. plaint whatsoever, no, not for dwelling where you

Escal. If he took you a box o' the ear, you do; if I do, Pompey, I shall beat you to your tent, Inicht have your action of slander too.

and prove a shrewd Cæsar to you; in plain deaElb. Mariy, I thank your good worship for it: ing, Pompey, I shall have you whipt: so for this what is't your worship's pleasure I should do with time Pompey, fare you well. this wicked caitiff?

Clo. I thank your worship for your good counEsca!. Truly, officer, because he hath some of- sel; but I shall follow it, as the flesh and fortune fenees in him, that thou wouldst discover is thou shall better determine. ezuldst, let him continue in his courses, till thou Whip me! No, no; let carman whip his jade; know'st what they are.

The valiant heart's not whipt out of his trade. (Ex. Elb. Marry, I thank your worship for it:-thou Escal. Come hither to me, master Elbow; come sresi, thou wicked varlet, now, what's come upon hither, master Constable. How long have you thee; thou art to continue now, thou varlet; thou been in this place of constable ? art to continue.

Elb. Seven years and a half, sir. Escal. Where were you born, friend? (To Froth. Escal. I thought, by your readiness in the office, Froth. Here, in Vienna, sir.

you had continued in it some time: You say, seven Escal. Are you of fourscore pounds a year? ars together? Froth. Yes, and't please yo!ı, sir.

Elb. And a half, sir. Escal. So.-What trade are you of, sir?

Escal. Alas! it hath been great pains to you !

[To the Clown. They do you wrong to put you so oft upon't: Are Clo. A tapster: a poor widow's lapster. there not men in your ward sufficient to serve it? Escal. Your mistress's name?

Elb. Faith, sir, few of any wit in such matters :

(1) Deposed, sworn. (2) Constable or Clown..

(3) For cannibal.

(4) Measures

as thoy are chosen, they are glad to choose me for For which I must not plead, but that I am
them; I do it for some piece of money, and go At war, 'twixt will, and will not.
through with all.


Well; the matter? Escal, Look you, bring me in the names off. Isab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die : some six or seven, the most sufficient of your parish. I do beseech you, let it be his fault, Elb. To your worship's house, sir ?

And not my brother. Escal. To my house: Fare you well. [Erit Prov. Heaven give thee moving graces ! Elbow.) What's o'clock, think you ?

Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it! Just. Eleven, sir.

Why, every fault's condemnd, ere it be done : Escal. I pray you home to dinner with me, Mine were the very cypher of a function, Just. I humbly thank you.

To find the faults, whose fine stands in record, Escal. It grieves me for the death of Claudio ; And let go by the actor, But there's no remedy.


O just, but severe law! Just. Lord Angelo is severe.

I had a brother then.--Heaven keep your honour ! Escal. It is but needful :

(Retiring, Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so :

Lucio. [To Isab.) Give't not o'er so: to him Pardon is still the nurse of second wo;

again, entreat him ; But yet, ---Poor Claudio !-There's no remedy.

Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown; Come, sir,

[Exeunt. You are too cold: if you should need a pin,

You could not with more tame a tongue desire it: SCENE II.-Another room in the same. Enter To him, I say. Provost and a Servant.

Isab. Must he needs die ? Sero. He's hearing of a cause; he will come


Maiden, no remedy, straight.

Isab. Yes ; I do think that you might pardon him, I'll tell him of you,

And neither heaven, nor man, grieve at the mercy, Prov. Pray you, do. [Erit Servant.] I'll know

Ang. I will not do't,

Isab. His pleasure ; may be, he will relent: Alas,

But can you, if you would ? He hath but as offended in a dream!

Ang. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. All sects, all ages, smack of this vice; and he

Isab, But might you do't, and do the world no To die for it!


If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse! Enter Angelo,

As mine is to him ? Ang. Now, what's the matter, provost?

Ang. He's sentenc'd; 'tis too late. Prov. Is it your will Claudio shall die to-morrow?

Lucio. You are too cold,

[To Isabella, Ang. Did I not teil thce, yea ? hadst thou not

Isab. Too late? why, no; 1, that do speak a word, order ?

May call it back again: Well believe this, Why dost thou ask again ?

No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Prov.

Lest I might be too rash: Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, Under your good correction, I have scen,

The marshal's trunchcon, nor the judge's robe, When, after execution, judgment hath

Become them with one half so good a grace, Repented o'er his doom,

As mercy does. If he had been as you, Ang.

Go to; let that be mine; And you as he, you would have slipt like him ; Do you your office, or give up your place,

But he, like you, would not have been so stern, And you shall well be spar'd,

Ang. Pray you, begone,
I crave your honour's pardon,

Isab. I would to heaven I had your potency, What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet ? And you were Isabel! should it then be thus ?' She's very near her hour,

No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge, Ang,

Dispose of her

And what a prisoner, To some more fitter place; and that with speed,

Lucio. Ay, touch him : there's the vein. (Aside

Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law,
Re-enter Servant,

And you but waste your words,
Sero. Here is the sister of the man condemn’d, why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once :

Alas! alas! Desires access to you, Ang. Hath he a sister ?

And He that might the vantage best have took, Prov. Ay, my good lord ; a very virtuous maid, Found out the remedy: How would you be, And to be shortly of a sisterhood,

Ir He, which is the top of judgment, should If not already.

But judge you as you are ? o, think on that ing, Well

, let her be admitted, [Ex. Serv. And mercy then will breathe within your lips, See you the fornicatress be remov'd ;

Like man new made, Let her have needful, but not lavish, means;


Be you content, fair maid 1 There shall be order for it,

It is the law, not I, condemns your brother :

Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son,
Enter Lucio and Isabella,

It should be thus with him ;-He must die to-mor, Prov, Save your honour! {Offering to retire.

row. Ang. Stay a little while.-- [10 Isab.) You are Isab. To-morrow? O, that's sudden! Spare him,

welcome: What's your will ? Isab. I am a woful suitor to your honour, He's not prepar'd for death! Even for our kitchens Please but your honour hear me.

We kill the fowl of season ;' shall we serve hearen Ang,

Well; what's your suit ? With less respect than we do minister
Isab. There is a vice, that most I do abhor,
And most desire should meet the blow of justice; Who is it that hath died for this offence ?

To our gross selves ? Good, good my lord, bethink For which I would not plead, but that I must; (1) Pity. (2) Be assured,

(3) When in season.


spare him :

There's many have committed it.

Lucio. You had marr'd all else. Lucio.

Ay, well said.

Isab. Not with fond shekels of the tested gold, Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it Or stones, whose rates are either rich or poor, hath slept:

As fancy values them; but with true prayers, Those many had not dar'd to do that evil, That shall be up in heaven, and enter there, If the first man that did the edict infringe, Ere sun-rise; prayers from preservedsouls, Had answer'd for his deed: now, 'tis awake; From fasting maids, whose minds are dedicate Takes note of what is done ; and, like a prophet, To nothing temporal. Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils Ang.

Well; come to me (Either now, or by rem ssness new-couceiv'd, To-morrow. And so in progress to be hatch'd and born,) Lucio. Go to ; it is well; away. (Aside to Isab. Are now to have no successive degrees,

Isab. Heaven keep your honour safe! But, where they live, to end.


Amen: for I Isab.

Yet show some pity. Am that way going to temptation, (Aside. Ang. I show it most of all, when I show justice; Where prayers cross. For then I pity those I do not know,


At what hour to-morrow Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall; Shall I attend your lordship? And do him right, that, answering one foul wrong, Ang.

At any time 'fore noon. Lives not to act another. Be satisfied ;

Isab. Save your honour! (Exe. Luc. Isa. and Pro. Your brother dies to-morrow: be content.

Aug. From thee; even from thy virtue !Isab. So you must be the first, that gives this What's this ? what's this? Is this her fault, or mine? sentence:

The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! And he, that suffers : 0, it is excellent

Not she; nor doth she tempt: but it is I,
To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous That lying by the violet, in the sun,
To use it like a giant,

Do, as the carrion does, not as the fower,
That's well said. Corrupt with virtuous season.

Can it be,
Isab. Could great men thunder

That modesty may more betray our sense As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, Than woman's lightness ? Having waste ground For every pelting' petty officer,

enough, Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing but Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary, thunder.

And pitch our evils there ?5 0, fie, fie, fie! Merciful heaven!

What dost thou? or what art thou, Angelo ? Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt, Dost thou desire her foully, for those things Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarleda oak, That make her good ? 0, let her brother live: Than the soft myrtle :-0, but man, proud man! Thieves for their robbery have authority, Drest in a little brief authority;

When judges steal themselves. What? do I love her, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd,

That I desire to hear her speak again, His glassy essence,-like an angry ape,

And feast upon her eyes? What is't I dream on? Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint, As make the angels weep: who, with our spleens, With saints dost bait thy hook ! Most dangerous Would all themselves laugh mortal.

Is that temptation, that doth goad us on Lucio. O, to him, to him, wench; he will relent; To sin in loving virtue: never could the strumpet, He's coming, I perceive't.

With all her double vigour, art, and nature, Prot.

Pray heaven, she win him! Once stir my temper ; but this virtuous maid Isab. Wecannot weigh our brother with ourself: Subdues me quite ;-Ever, till now, Great men may jest with saints : 'tis wit in them; When men were fond, I smil'd, and wonder'd how, But, in less, foul profanation.

[Exit, Lucio. Thou art in the right, girl ; more o' that. Isab. That in the captain's but a choleric word, SCENE III.-A room in a prison. Enter Duke, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

habited like a Friar, and Provost. Lucio. Art advis'd o' that ? more on't. Ang. Why do you put these sayings upon me?

Duke. Hail to you, provost ; so, I think you are. Isab. Because authority, though it err like others,

Prov. I am the provost: What's your will, good

friar? Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself, That skims the vice o' the top: Go to your bosom ;

Duke. Bound by my charity, and my bless'd Knock there; and ask your heart, what it doth know

order, That's like my brother's fault: if it confess

I come to visit the afflicted spirits A natural guiltiness, such as is his,

Here in the prison : do me the common right Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue

To let me see them; and to make me know Against my brother's life.

The nature of their crimes, that I may minister Ing.

She speaks, and 'tis

To them accordingly. Such sense, that my sense breeds with it.


Prov, I would do more than that, if more were you well,

needful. Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back.

Enter Juliet, Ang. I will bethink me:-Come again to-morrow. Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine, Isab. Hark, how I'l bribe you: Good my lord, Who falling in the flames of her own youth, turn back.

Hath blister'd her report : She is with child ; Ang. How! bribe me?

And he that got it, sentenc'd: a young man
Isab. Ay, with such gifts, that heaven shall share More fit to do another such offence,

Than die for this.

When must he die ?
(1) Paltry. (2) Knotted. (3) Attested, stamped.
(4) Preserved from the corruption of the world.

(5) See 2 Kings, s. 27.

with you.

Prov. As I do think, to-morrow.

The general,“ subject to a well-wish'd king, I have provided for you; stay awhile. [To Juliet. Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness And you shall be conducted.

Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry ? Must needs appear offence. Juliet. I do; and hear the shame most patiently. Duke. I'll teach you how you shall arraign your

Enter Isabella. conscience, And try your penitence, if it be sound,

How now, fair maid ? Or hollowly put on.

Isab. I am come to know your pleasure. Juliet. I'll gladly learn.

Ang. That you might know it, would much Duke. Love you the man that wrong'd you?

better please me, Juiet. Yes, as lov'd the woman that wrong'd/Than to demand what 'tis. Your brother cannot live. him.

Isab. Even so ?-Heaven keep your honour ! Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act

(Retiring. Was mutually committed ? "

Ang. Yet may he live a while; and, it may be, Juliet,


As long as you, or I: Yet he must die,
Duke. Then was your sin of heavier kind than his. Isab. Under your sentence ?
Juliet. I do confess it, and repent it, father.

Ang. Yea.
Duke. 'Tis meet so, daughter: But lest you do

Isab. When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve, repent,

Longer, or shorter, he may be so fitted,
As that the sin hath brought you to this shame,- That his soul sicken not.
Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not

Ang. Ha! Fie, these filthy vices ! It were as good heaven;

To pardon him, that hath from nature stolen
Showing, we'd not spare' heaven, as we love it, A man already made, as to remit
But as we stand in fear,-

Their saucy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image, Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil;

In stamps that are forbid: 'lis all as easy And take the shame with joy.

Falsely to take away a life true made, Duke.

There rest. As to put mettle in restrained means, Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow,

To make a false one. And I am going with instruction to him.

Isab. 'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in earth. Grace go with you! Benedicite !

(Eril... Ang. Say you so ? then I shall poze you quickly. Juliet. Must die to-morrow! 0, injurious love, which had you rather, That the most just law That respites me a life, whose very comfort Now look your brother's life; or, to redeem him, Is still a dying horror!

Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness, Prov. 'Tis pity of him. (Exeunt. As she that he hath stain'd ?


Sir, believe this, SCENE IV.A room in Angelo's house. Enter I had rather give my body than my soul. Angelo.

Ang. I talk not of your soul : Our compellid sins

Stand more for number than accompt. Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and Isab.

How say you ? pray

Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak To several subjects: heaven hath my empty words ; Against the thing I say. Answer to this ;Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue, 1, now the voice of the recorded law, Anchors on Isabel : Heaven in my mouth, Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life: As if I did but only chew his name;

Might there not be a charity in sin, And in my heart, the strong and swelling evil To save this brother's life? of my conception : The state, whereon I studied, Isab.

Please you to do't, Is like a good thing, being often read,

I'll take it as a peril to my soul, Grown feard and tedious; yea, my gravity, It is no sin at all, but charity. Wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride, Ang. Pleas'd you to do't, at peril of your soul, Could I, with boot, change for an idle plume, Were equal poize of sin and charity. Which the air beats for vain. O place! O form! Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sin, How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit, Heaven, let me bear it! you granting of my suit, Wrench awe from fools, and tic the wiser souls If that be sin, I'll make it my morn prayer To thy false seeming? Blood, thou still art blood : To have it added to the faults of mine, Let's write good angel on the devil's horn, And nothing of your, answer. 'Tis not the devil's crest.


Nay, but hear me:

Your sense pursues not mine: ejther you are ignorant, Enter Servant.

Or seem so, crastily; and that's not good.

Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, How now, who's there? Serv. One Isabel, a sister,

But graciously to know I am no better.. Desires access to you.

Ang. Thus

wisdom wishes to appear most bright,

When it doth tax itself: as these black masks Ang. Teach her the way. (Ex. Serv. Proclaim an enshields beauty ten times louder O heavens ! Why does my blood thus muster to my heart;

Than beauty could displayed.-But mark me; Making both it unable for itself,

To be receiv'd plain, I'll speak more gross :

Your brother is to die. And dispossessing all the other parts

Isab. So. Of necessary fitness?

Ang. And his offence is so, as it appears So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons; Accountant to the law upon that pain. Come all to help him, and so stop the air

Isab. True,
By which he should revive : and even so

Ang. Admit no other way to save his life
Spare to offend heaven. (2) Profit.
Outside. (4) People

(5) Enshielded, covered. (6) Penalty.

(As I subscribe' not that, nor any other, I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look fort :
But in the loss of question,?) that you, his sister, Sign me a present pardon for my brother,
Pinding yourself desir'd of such a person, Or, with an outstretch'd throat, I'll tell the world
Whose credit with the judge, or own great place, Aloud, what man thou art.
Could fetch your brother from the manacles Ang.

Who will believe thee, Isabel ?
Of the all-binding law; and that there were My unsoil'd name, the austereness of my life,
No earthly mean to save him, but that either My vouch' against you, and my place i' the state,
You must lay down the treasures of your body Will so your accusation overweigh,
To this supposed, or else let him suffer ; That you shall stifle in your own report,
What would you do?

And smell of calumny.' I have begun ;
Iscb. As much for my poor brother, as myself: And now I give my sensual race the rein
That is, Were I under the terms of death, Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite ;
The impression of keen whips I'd wear as rubies, Lay by all nicety, and prolixious' blushes,
And strip myself to death, as to a bed

That banish what they sue for; redeem thy brother
That longing I have been sick for, ere I'd yield By yielding up thy body to my will ;
My body up to shame.

Or else he must not only die ihe death, Then must your brother die. But thy unkindness shall his death draw out Isab. And 'twere the cheaper way:

To lingering sufferance: answer me to-morrow, Better it were, a brother died at once,

Or, by the atlection that now guides me most, Than that a sister, by redeeming him,

I'll prove a tyrant to him: As for you, Should die for ever.

Say what you can, my false o'erweighs your true. Ing. Were not you then as cruel as the sentence

(Exit. That you have slander'd so?

Isab. To whom shall I complain? Did I tell this, Isab. Ignomy' in ransom, and free pardon, Who would believe me? O perilous mouths, Are of two houses : lawful mercy is

That bear in them one and the self-same tongue, Nothing akin to foul redemption.

Either of condemnation or approof! Ang. You seem'd of late to make the law a ty- Bidding the law make court'sy to their will; rant,

Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite, And rather prov'd the sliding of your brother To follow as it draws ! I'll to my brother : A merriment than a vice.

Though he hath fallen by prompture of the blood, Isab. O, pardon me, my lord; it oft falls out, Yet hath he in him such a mind of honour, To have what we'd have, we speak not what we That had he twenty heads to tender down mcan:

On twenty bloody blocks, he'd yield them up, I something do excuse the thing I hate,

Before his sister should her body stoop For his advantage that I dearly love.

To such abhorr'd pollution. Ing. We are all frail.

Then Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die : Isab.

Else let my brother die, More than our brother is our chastity. If not a feodary,“ but only he,

I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request, Owe,' and succeed by weakness.

And fit his mind to death, for his soul's rest. (Exil. ing.

Nay, women are frail too. Isab. Ay, as the glasses where they view them

selves; Which are as easy broke as they make forms.

Women!-Help heaven! men their creation mar
In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times frail; SCENE 1.A room in the prison. Enter Duke
For we are soft as our complexions are,

Claudio, and Provost,
And credulous to false prints.

I think it well:

Duke. So, then you hope of pardon from lord And from this testimony of your own sex

Angelo? (Since, I suppose, we are made to be no stronger

Cland. The miserable have no other medicine, Than faults may shake our frames,) let me be bold; Dhave hope to live, and am prepard to die.

But only hope :
I do arrest your words ; Be that you are,
That is, a woman; if you be more, you're none;

Duke. Be absolutelo for death; either death, or life If you be one (as you are well express'd

Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with By all external warrants,) show it now,

life, By putting on the destin'd livery.

If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing Isab. I have no tongue but one: gentle my lord, That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art Let me entreat you speak the former language.

|(Servile to all the skiey influences,) . Ing. Plainly conceive, I love you.

That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Isab. My brother did love Juliet ; and you Hourly afllict: merely, thou art death's fool;

For him thou labour'st by thy light to shun, That he shall die for it.

And yet run'st toward him stil: Thou art not 'noble; bug. He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love. For all the accommodations that thou bear’st, Isab. I know, your virtue hath a license in't,

Are nurs'd by baseness : Thou art by no means Which seems a little fouler than it is,

valiant : To pluck on others.

For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Ang.

Believe me, on mine honour, of a poor worm: Thy best of rest is sleep, My words express my purpose.

And ihat thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Isab. Ha! little hondur to be much believ'd,

Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself; And most pernicious purpose! -Seeming, seeming! For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains

That issue out of dust : Happy thou art not: Agree to. (2) Conversation. (3) Ignominy. (7) Hypocrisy. (8) Attestation. (9) Reluctant. (4) Associate.

(5) Own. (6) Impressions. (16) Determined.

tell me,

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