that serves a bad woman; whose house, sir, was, as Now, sir, coine on : what was done to Elbow's they say, plack'd down in the suburbs; and now wife, once more?

[once. she prosesses a hot-house, which, I think, is a very Clo. Once, sir? there was nothing done to her ill bouse too.

Elb. I beseech you, sir, ask bim what this man Escal. How know you that?

did to my wife. Elb. My wife, sir, whom I detest before heaven Clo. I beseech your honour, ask me. [her ? and your honour,

Escal. Well, sir : Wbat did this gentleman to Escal. How ! thy wife?

Clo. I beseech you, sir, look in this gentleman's Elb. Ay, sir; whom, I thank heaven, is an face :-Good master Froth, look upon bis honour; hopest woman,

'tis for a good purpose: Doth your honour mark Escal. Dost thou detest her therefore ?

Escal. Ay, sir, very well.

[his face? Elb. I say, sir, I will detest myself also, as well Clo. Nay, I beseech you, mark it well." as sbe, that this house, if it be not a bawd's house, Escal. Well, I do so. it is pity of her life, for it is a naughty house. Clo. Doth your honour see any harm in his face?

Escal. How dost thou know that, constable? Escal. Why, no.

Eib. Marry, sir, by my wife; who, if she had Clo. I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the been a woman cardinally given, might have been worst thing about him: Good then ; if his face be aceased in fornication, adultery, and all uncleanli- the worst thing about him, how could master Froth Dess there.

do the constable's wife any harm? I would know Escal. By the woman's means ?

that of your honour.

[you to it? Elb. Ay, sir, by mistress Over-done's mean Escal. He's in the right: Constable, what say bat as she spit in his face, so she defied him. Elb. First, an it like you, the house is a respected

C'lo. Sir, if it please your honour, this is not so. house; next, this is a respected fellow; and his Elb. Prove it before these varlets here, thou ho mistress is a respected woman. Dourable man, prove it.

Clo. By this hand, sir, his wife is a more reEscal. Do you hear how he misplaces ?

spected person than any of us all.

[To Angelo. Elb. Varlet, thou liest ; thou liest, wicked varlet: Cl. Sir, she came in great with child; and long- the time is yet to come, that she was ever respected ing (saving your honour's reverence,) for stew'd with man, woman, or child. pranes ; sir, we had but two in the house, wbich at Clo. Sir, she was respected with him before he that very distant time stood, as it were, in a fruit married with her. dish, a dish of some three-pence; your honours Escal. Which is the wiser here? Justice, or Inibave seen such disbes ; they are not China dishes, quity?-Is this true? but very good dishes.

Elb. O thou caitiff! O thou varlet! O thou Escal. Go to, go to; no matter for the dish, sir. wicked Hannibal! I respected with her, before I

Clo. No, indeed, sir, not of a pin ; you are there was married to her! If ever I was respected with in in the right: but, to the point: As I say, this mis- her, or she with me, let not your worship think me tress Elbow, being, as I say, with child, and being the poor duke's officer :-Prove this, thou wicked great belly’d, and longing, as I said, for prunes ; Hannibal, or I'll have mine action of battery on thee. and having but two in the dish, as I said, master

Esc If he took you a box o' th’ear, you might Froth here, this very man, having eaten the rest, have your action of slander too. as I said, and, as I say, paying for them very ho Elb. Marry, I thank your good worship for it: Restly ;-for, as you know, master Froth, I could What is't your worship's pleasure I should do with bot give you three-pence again.

this wicked caitiff? Froth. No, indeed.

Escal. Truly, officer, because he hath some ofClo. Very well: you being then, if you be remem fences in him, that thou wouldst discover if thou ber'd, cracking the stones of the foresaid prunes. couldst, let him continue in his courses, till thou Froth. Ay, so I did, indeed.

know'st what they are. Clo. Why, very well : I telling you then, if you Elb. Marry, I thank your worship for it:--Thou be remember'd, that such a one, and such a one, see'st, thou wicked varlet now, what's come upon were past care of the thing you wot of, unless they thee; thou art to continue now, thou varlet ; thou kept very good diet, as I told you.

art to continue. Proth. All this is true.

Escal. Where were you born, friend? (To Froth.) Clo. Why, very well then.

Froth. Here in Vienna, sir. Escal. Come, you are a tedious fool: to the pur Escal. Are you of fourscore pounds a-year? pose.--What was done to Elbow's wife, that he Froth. Yes, an't please you, sir. hath canse to complain of ? Come me to what was Escal. So.-- What trade are you of, sir ? dope to her.

(To the Clown.) Clo. Sir, your honour cannot come to that yet. Clo. A tapster ; a poor widow's tapster. Escal. No, sir, nor I mean it not.

Escal. Your mistress's name? Clo. Sir, but you shall come to it, by your ho

Clo. Mistress Over-done. Doar's leave : And, I beseech you, look into master Esral. Hath she had any more than one husband ? Froth bere, sir; a man of fourscore pound a-year ; Clo. Nine, sir; Over-done by the last. whose fatlier died at Hallowmas :- Was't not at Escal. Nine!--Come hither to me, master Froth. Hallowmas, master Froth?

Master Froth, I would not have you acquainted Proth. All-holland eve.

with tapsters; they will draw you, master Froth, Clo. Why, very well ; I hope here be truths : and you will hang them: Get you gone, and let me He, sir, sitting, as I say, in a lower chair, sir ;- hear no more of you. 'twas in the Bunch of Grapes, where, indeed, you Froth. I thank your worship: For mine own bare a delight to sit: Have you not?

part, I never come into any room in a taphouse, but Proth. I have so; because it is an open room, I am drawn in. and good for winter.

Escal. Well ; no more of it, master Froth : fareCl. Why, very well then ;-I hope here be truths. well. [Exit Froth. ]—Come you bither to me, Ang. This will last ont a night in Russia, master tapster; what's your name, master tapster? When nights are longest there : I'll take my leave, Clo. Pompey. And leave you to the hearing of the cause ;

Escal. What else? Hoping, you'll find good cause to whip them all. Clo. Bum, sir. Escal. I think no less : Good morrow to your Escal. 'Troth, and your bum is the greatest thing lordship

[Exit Angelo. / about you; so that, in the beastliest sense, you are


Pompey the great. Pompey, you are partly a

Enter ANGELO. bawd, Pompey, howsoever you colour it in being a

Now, what's the matter, provost ? tapster. Are you not? come, tell me true; it shall

Prov. Isit your will Claudio shall die to-morrow? be the better for you.

Ang. Did I not tell thee, yea? hadst thou not Clo. Truly, sir, I am a poor fellow, that would live. Why dost thou ask again?

[order? Escul. How would you live, Pompey? by being


Lest I might be too rash : a bawd? What do you think of the trade, Pompey? Under your good correction, I have seen, is it a lawful trade?

When, after execution, judgment hath Clo. If the law would allow it, sir.

Repented o'er his doom. Escal. But the law will not allow it, Pompey; Ang.

Go to ; let that be mine : nor it shall not be allowed in Vienna.

Do you your office, or give up your place, Clo. Does your worship mean to geld and spay And you shall well be spar'd. all the youths in the city?


I crave your honour's pardon.Escal. No, Pompey.

What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet ? Clo. Truly, sir, in my poor opinion, they will to't She's very near her hour. then: If your worship will take order for the drabs


Dispose of her and the knaves, you need not to fear the bawds.

To soine more fitter place; and that with speed. Escul. There are pretty orders beginning, I can

Re-enter Servant. tell you: It is but heading and hanging.

Serv. Here is the sister of the man condemn'd, Clo. If you head and hang all that offend that Desires access to you. way but for ten year together, you'll be glad to give


Hath he a sister? out a commission for more leads. If this law hold in Vienna ten year, I'll rent the fairest house in it, and to be shortly of a sisterhood,

Prov. Ay, my good lord ; a very virtuous maid, after three-pence a bay: If you live to see this come

If not already. to pass, say, Pompey told you so.

Ang. Well, let her be admitted. Escal. Thank you, good Pompey: and, in re

[Exit Servant, quital of your prophecy, hark you, I advise you,

See you, the fornicatress be remov'd; let me not find you before me again upon any com Let her have needful, but not lavish, means; plaint whatsoever, no, not for dwelling where you There shall be order for it. do : If I do, Pompey, I shall beat you to your tent, and prove a shrewd Cæsar to you ; in plain dealing,

Enter Lucio and ISABELLA. Pompey, I shall have you whipt: so for this time, Prov. Save your honour! [Offering to retire. Pompey, fare you well.

Ang. Stay a little while.-(To Isab.) You are Clo. I thank your worship for your good counsel ;

welcome: What's your will ? but I shall follow it, as the flesh and fortune shall Isab. I am a woeful suitor to your honour, better determine.

Please but your honour hear me. Whip me ? No, no ; let carman whip his jade ; Ang.

Well; what's your suit? The valiant heart's not whipt out of his trade. [Exit. Isab. There is a vice, that most I do abhor,

Escul. Come hither to me, master Elbow ; come And most desire should meet the blow of justice ; hither, master Constable. How long have you been For which I would not plead, but that I must; in this place of constable?

For which I must not plead, but that I am Elb. Seven year and a half, sir.

At war, 'twixt will, and will not. Escal. I thought, by your readiness in the oflice, Ang.

Well; the matter? you had continued in it some time : You say, seven Isab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die : years together?

I do beseech you, let it be his fault, Elb. And a half, sir,

And not my brother. Escal. Alas! it hath been great pains to you ! Prov. Heaven give thee moving graces! They do you wrong to put you so oft upon't; Are Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it! there not men in your ward sufficient to serve it? Why, every fault's condemn’d, ere it be done :

Elb. Faith, sir, few of any wit in such matters : Mine were the very cypher of a function, as they are chosen, they are glad to choose me for To find the faults, whose fine stands in record, them, I do it for some piece of money, and go | And let go by the actor. through with all.


O just, but severe law! Escal. Look you, bring me in the names of some I had a brother then.-Heaven keep your honour ! six or seven, the most suflicient of your parish.

(Retiring.) Elb. To your worsbip's house, sir?

Lucio. (To Isab.) Giv't not o'er so: to him again, Escal. To my house: Fare you well. [Exit El

intreat him ; bow.) What's o'clock, think you?

Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown; Just. Eleven, sir,

You are too cold: if you should need a pin,.
Escal. I pray you home to dimer with me. You could not with more tame a tongue desire it :
Just. I humbly thank you.

To him, I say:
Escal. It grieves me for the death of Claudio; Isab. Must he needs die?
But there's no remedy.


Maiden, no remedy. Just. Lord Angelo is severe.

Isab. Yes ; I do think that you might pardon him, Escal.

It is but needful : And neither heaven, nor man, grieve at the mercy. Meroy is not itself, that oft looks so ;

Ang. I will not do't. Pardon is still the purse of seoond woe:


But can you, if you would ? But yet,-poor Claudio!-- There's no remedy. Ang. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. Come, sir.

[Exeunt. Isab. But might you do't, and do the world no

wrong, Scene II.-Another Room in the same.

If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse Enter Provost and a Servant.

As mine is to bim ? Serv. He's hearing of a cause; he will come Ang.

He's sentenc'd; 'tis too late. I'll tell him of you.

(straight. Lucio. You are too cold. (To Isabella.) Prov. Pray you, do. [Exit Servant.] I'll know Isab. Too late? why,no ; 1, that do speak a word, His pleasure; may be, he will relent: Alas, May call it back again : Well believe this, He hath but as offended in a dream!

No ceremony that to great ones ’longs, All sects, all ages, smack of this vice; and he Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, To die for it!

The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe,

Become them with one half so good a grace,

Lucio. Art adris'd o' that? more on't. As mercy does. If he had been as you,

Ang. Why do you put these sayings upon me! And you as he, you would have slipt like him ; Isab. Because authority, though it err like others, Bat be, like you, would not have been so stern. Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself, Ang. Pray you, begone.

That skins the vice o' the top: Go to your bosom ;
Isad. I would to heaven I had your potency, Knock there ; and ask your heart, what it doth know
And you were Isabel! should it then be thus ? That's like my brother's fault : if it confess
No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge, A natural guiltiness, such as is bis,
And #bat a prisoner.

Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue
Lucio. As, touch him : there's the vein. (Aside.) | Against my brother's life.
Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law,


She speaks, and 'tis And you bat waste your words.

Such sense, that my sense breeds with it.---Fare Isab.

Alas! alas! Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back. (you well. Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; Ang. I will bethink me :-Come again toAnd He, that might the vantage best have took,

morrow. Found out the remedy: How would you be, Isab. Hark, how I'll bribe you: Good my lord, If be, which is the top of judgment, should

Ang. How ! bribe me?

(turn back. Bat judge you as you are? O, think on that; Isab. Ay, with such gifts, that heaven shall share And mercy then will breathe within your lips,

with you. Like man new made.

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

Be you content, fair maid ; Isab. Not with foul shekels of the tested gold, It is the law, not I, condemns your brother : Or stones, whose rates are either rich, or poor, Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son, As fancy values them: but with true prayers, It should be thus with him ;-he must die to- | That shall be up at heaven, and enter there, morrow.

(spare him : Ere sun-rise : prayers from preserved souls, Isab. To-morrow? O, that's sadden! Spare him, From fasting maids, whose minds are dedicate He's not prepar'd for death! Even for our kitchens to nothing temporal. We kill the fowl of season; shall we serve heaven Ang.

Well : come to me With less respect than we do minister

To-morrow. To our gross selves? Good, good my lord, bethink Lucio. Go to; it is well; away. (A side to Isabel.) Who is it that hath died for this offence ? [you : Isab. Heaven keep your honour safe! Tbere's many have committed it.


Amen : for I Lacio.

Ay, well said.

Am that way going to temptation, (Aside.) Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it hath Where prayers cross. Those many had not dar'd to do that evil, (slept : Isab.

At what hour to-morrow If the first man, that did the edict infringe, Shall I attend your lordship? Had answer'd for his deed : now, 'tis awake; Ang.

At any time 'fore noon. Takes note of what is done ; and, like a prophet, Isab. Save your honour ! Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils,

(Exeunt Lucio, Isabella, and Provost. (Either now, or by remissness pew-conceiv'd, Ang. From thee; even from thy virtue! And so in progress to be hatch'd and born,) What's this? what's this? Is this her fault, or mine? Are how to have no successive degrees,

The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most? Ha ! But, where they live, to end.

Not she; nor doth she tempt: but it is I,

Yet, show some pity. That lying by the violet, in the sun,
Aug. I show it most of all, when I show justice ; Do, as the carrion does, not as the flower,
For then I pity those I do not know,

Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be,
Which a dismiss’d offence would after gall ; That modesty may more betray our sense
And do him right, that, answering one foul wrong, Than woman's lightness ? Having waste ground
Lives not to act another. Be satisfied;

Shall we desire to raise the sanctuary, [enough, Your brother dies to-morrow: be content. And pitch our evils there ? 0, fy, fy, fy! Isab. So you must be the first, that gives this What dost thoa ? or what art thou, Angelo ? sentence;

Dost thou desire her soully, for those things And he that suffers : 0, it is excellent

That make her good ? 0, let her brother live: To bare a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous Thieves for their robbery have authority, To use it like a giant.

When judges steal themselves. What? do I love Lacio. That's well said.

That I desire to hear her speak again, [her, Isab. Could great men thunder

And feast upon her eyes ? What is't I dream on ? As Jove himself does, Jore would ne'er be quiet, O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint, For every pelting, petty officer,

With saints dost bait thy hook ! Most dangerous Would use his heaven for thunder : nothing but Is that temptation, that doth goad us on Merciful beaven!


to sin in loving virtue: never could the strumpet, Thoa rather, with thy sharp and salphurons bolt, With all her double vigour, art and nature, Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak,

Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid
Than the soft myrtle ;-0, but man, proud man! Subdues me quite :--Ever, till now,
Drest in a little brief authority;

When men were fond, I smil'd, and wonder'd Most ignorant of wbat he's most assurd,


[Exit. His glassy essence,-like an angry ape,

SCENE III.-A Room in a Prison.
Plays sach fantastic tricks before high heaven,
As make the angels weep; who, with oar spleens,

Enter Duke, habited like a Friar, and Provost. Would all themselves laugh mortal.

Duke. Hail to you, provost! so, I think you are. Lacio. O, to bim, to bim, wench: he will relent; Prov. I am the provost: What's your will, good He's coming, I perceive't.

friar? Pror.

Pray heaven, she win him! Duke. Boundhymycharity, and my bless'd order, Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with ourself: I come to visit the afflicted spirits Great men may jest with saints : 'tis wit in them; Here in the prison: do me the common right Bat, in the less, fool profanation.

To let me see them; and to make ine know Lucio. Thoa'rt in the right, girl ; more o' that. The nature of their crimes, that I may minister

(needfal. lesb. That in the captain's but a cholerick word, To them accordingly. Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

Prov. I would do more than that, if more were

How now,


Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love Look, here comes one ; a gentlewoman of mine,

Must needs appear offence.-
Who, falling in the flames of her own youth,

Hath blister'd her report: She is with child;
And he, that got it, sentenc'd; a young man

fair maid? More fit to do another sach offence,

Isab. I am come to know your pleasure. Than die for this.

Ang. That you might know it, would much betDuke. When must be die?

ter please me,

[live. Pro. As I do think, to-morrow.

Than to demand what 'tis. Your brother cannot I have provided for you ; stay a while, (To Juliet.)

Isab. Even so ?-Heaven keep your honour ! And you shall be conducted.

(Retiring. Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry ?

Ang. Yet may he live a while ; and, it may be, Juliet. I do; and bear the shame most patiently. As long as you, or I : yet he must die. Duke. I'll teach you how you shall arraign your

Isab. Under your sentence? conscience,

Ang. Yea. And try your penitence, if it be sound,

Isab. When, I beseech you ? that in his reprieve, Or hollowly put on.

Longer, or shorter, he may be so fitted,

That bis soul sicken not.
I'll gladly learn.

[good Duke. Love you the man that wrongd you ?

Ang. Ha! Fy, these filthy vices! It were as Juliet. Yes, as I love the woman that wrong'd him. To pardon him, that hath from nature stolen Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful

A man already made, as to remit act was mutually committed ?

Their saucy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image, Juliet.


In stamps that are forbid : 'tis all as easy Duke. Then was your sin of heavier kind than his. Falsely to take away a life true made, Juliet. I do confess it, and repent it, father.

As to put mettle in restrained means, Duke. 'Tis meet so, daughter: But lest you do to make a false one.


Isab. 'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in repent, As that the sin hath brought you to this shame,

Ang. Say you so ? then I shall poze you quickly.

Which bad you rather, 'That the most just law Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not heaven;

Now took your brother's life; or, to redeem him,

Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness, Showing, we'd not spare heaven, as we love it, But as we stand in fear,

As she that he hath stain'd?

Isab. Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil ;

i Sir, believe this, And take the shame with joy.

I had rather give my body than my soul.
There rest.

Ang. I talk not of your soul; our compell d sins

Stand more for number than accompt. Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow,

Isab. And I am going with instractiou to him.

How say you? Grace go with you! Benedicite !


Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak Juliet. Must die to-morrow! 0, injurious love, Against the thing I say. Answer to this ;That respites me a life, whose very comfort I, now the voice of the recorded law, Is still a dying borror!

Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life: Prov. 'Tis pity of him. [Exeunt. Might there not be a charity in sin,

To save this brother's life?" SCENE. IV.-A Room in Angelo's house.


Please you to do't, Enter ANGELO.

I'll take it as a peril to my soul, Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and It is no sin at all, but charity.

Ang. Pleas'd you to do't, at peril of your soul, pray To several subjects: heaven hath my empty words; Were equal poize of sin and charity. Whilst my invention, bearing, not my tongue,

Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sin, Anchors on Isabel : Heaven in my mouth,

Heaven, let me bear it! you granting of my suit, As if I did but only chew his name;

If that be sin, I'll make it my moru prayer And in my heart, the strong and swelling evil

To have it added to the faults of mine, Of my conception: The state, whereon I studied,

And nothing of your, answer. Is like a good thing, being often read,


Nay, but hear me: Grown fear'd and tedious, yea, my gravity,

Yoar sense parsues not mine : either you are igWherein (let no man hear me) I take pride,

Or seem so craftily, and that's not good. (norant, Could I, with boot, change for an idle plume,

Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, Which the air beats for vain. O place! O form! But graciously to know I am no better. How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit,

Ang. Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright, Wrench awe from fools, and tie tbe wiser souls When it doth tax itself: as these black masks To thy false seeming? Blood, thou still art blood : Proclaim an epshield beauty ten times louder Let's write good angel on the devil's horn,

Than beauty could displayed.-But mark me; "Tis not the devil's crest.

To be received plain, f'll speak more gross :

Your brother is to die.
Enter Servant.

Isab. So.
who's there?

Ang. And bis offence is so, as it appears Serv.

One Isabel, a sister, Accountant to the law upon that pain, Desires access to you.

Isab. True. Ang.

Teach her the way. [Exit Serv. Ang. Admit no other way to save his life, O heavens !

(As subscribe not that, nor any other, Why does my blood thus muster to my heart. But in the loss of question,) that you, his sister, Making both it unable for itself,

Finding yourself desir’d of such a person, And dispossessing all the other parts

Whose oredit with the judge, or own great place, Of necessary fitness ?

Could fetch your brother from the manacles So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons ; of the all-binding law; and that there were Come all to help him, and so stop the air

No earthly mean to save him, but that either By which he should revive: and even so

You must lay down the treasures of your body The general, subject to a well-wish'd king, To this supposed, or else let bim suffer; Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness What would you do ?

How now,

Isab. As much for my poor brother, as myself: Isab. To whom shall I complain ? Did I tell this,
That is, Were I under the terms of death, Who would believe me? O perilous mouths,
The impression of keen whips I'd wear as rubies, That bear in them one and the self-same tongue,
And strip myself to death, as to a bed

Either of condemnation or approof!
That longing I have been sick for, ere I'd yield Bidding the law make court'sy to their will;
My body up to shame.

Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite, Ang.

Then must your brother die. To follow as it draws! I'll to my brother: Isab. And 'twere the cheaper way:

Though he hath fallen by prompture of the blood, Better it were, a brother died at once,

Yet hath he in bim such a mind of honour, Thau that a sister, by redeeming him,

That had he twenty heads to tender down Sboald die for ever.

On twenty bloody blocks, he'd yield them up,
Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the sentence, Before his sister sbould her body stoop
That you have slander'd so?

To such abhorr'd pollution.
Isab. Ignomy in ransom, and free pardon, Then Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die :
Are of two bouses: lawful mercy is

More than our brother is our chastity.
Nothing a-kin to foul redemption.

I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request, Ang. You seem'd of late to make the law a tyrant; And fit bis mind to death, for his soul's rest. [Exit. And rather prov'd the sliding of your brother A merriment than a vice.

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

Scene I.-A Room in the Prison.
To have what we'd have,we speak not what we mean: Enter DUKE, Claudio, and Provost.
I something do excuse the thing I hate,

Duke. So, then you hope of pardon from lord For bis advantage, that I dearly love.

Angelo? Ang. We are all frail.

Claud. The miserable have no other medicine, Isab. Else let my brother die,

But only hope: If not a feodary, but only be,

I have hope to live, and am prepar'd to die. Owe, and succeed by weakness.

Duke. Be absolute for death ; either death, or life, Ang.

Nay, women are frail too. Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life,Isab. Ay, as the glasses where they view them- If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing selves;

That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art, Which are as easy broke as they make forms.

(Servile to all the skiey influences,) Women!-Help heaven! men their creation mar

That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Jo profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times frail ; Hourly afflict : merely, thou art death's fool; For we are soft as our complexions are,

For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun, And credulous to false prints.

And yet run'st toward him still : Thou art not noble; Ang.

I think it well :

For all the accommodations that thou bear'st, And from this testimony of your own sex, Are nurs'a by baseness : Thou art by no means (Sioce, I suppose, we are made to be no stronger

valiant ; Than faults may shake our frames,) let me be bold; For thoa dost fear the soft and tender fork I do arrest your words; Be that you are,

of a poor worm: Thy best of rest is sleep, That is, a woman; if you be more, you're none;

And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st If you be one, (as you are well express'd

Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself ; By all external warrants,) show it now,

For thon exist'st on many a thousand grains By putting on the destin'd livery.

That issue out of dust: Happy thou art not: Isab. I have no tongue bat one: gentle my lord, For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get; Let me intreat you speak the former language. And what thou hast, forget'st: Thou art not certain; Ang. Plainly conceive, I love you.

For thy complexion shifts to strange effects, Isab. My brother did love Juliet'; and you tell me, After

the moon: If thon art rich, thou art poor; That be shall die for it.

For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, Ang. He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love. Thou bear’st thy heavy riches but a journey, Isah. I know, your virtue bath a licence in't,

And death unloads thee: Friend hast thou none; Which seems a little fouler than it is,

For thine own bowels, which do call thee sire, To plack on others.

The mere effusion of thy proper loins,
Believe me, on mine honour,

Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum,
My words express my purpose.

For ending thee po sooner : Thou hast nor youth, Isab. Ha! little honour to be much believ'd,

nor age; ' And most pernicious purpose !--Seeming, seem

But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look for't:

[ing! Dreaming on both : for all thy blessed youth Siga me a present pardon for my brother,

Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms Or, with an outstretch'd throat, I'll tell the world of palsied eld; and when thou art old, and rich, Aload, what man thou art.

Thou hast neitherheat, affection, limb, nor beauty, Ang. Who will believe thee, Isabel ?

To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this, My gasoild name, the aastereness of my life, That bears the name of life? Yet in this life My roach against you, and my place i' the state, Lie hid more thousand deaths: yet death we fear, Will so your accasation overweigh,

That makes these odds all even. That yoa shall stifle in your own report,


I humbly thank you. And smell of calampy. I have begun;

To sue to live, I find, I seek to die; And now I give my sensual race the reign :

And, seeking death, find life : Let it come on. Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite; Lay by all nicety, and prolixious blushes,

Enter ISABELLA. That banish what they sue for; redeem thy brother Isab. What, ho! Peace bere ; grace and good By yielding up thy body to my will;


(a welcome. Or else be most not only die the death,

Prou. Who's there? come in : the wish deserves Bat tby unkindness shall his death draw out Duke. Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you again. To lingering sufferance: answer me to-morrow, Claud. Most holy sir, I thank you. Or, by the affection that now guides me most, Isab. My business is a word or two with Claudio. Il prove a tyrant to bim : As for you,

Prov. And very welcome. Look, signior, here's bay wbat you can, my false o'erweighs your true.

[Exit. Duke. Provost, a word with you.

your sister.

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