Ang. How bribe me? Ifab. Ay, with fuch gifts, that heav'n fhall share with you. Lucio. You had marr'd all else. Ifab. Not with fond fhekles of the tested gold, Ang. Well; come to-morrow. Lucio. Go to ; 'tis well; away. Ifab. Heav'n keep your Honour fafe! For I am that way going to temptation, Ifab. At what hour to-morrow Ang. At any time 'fore noon. Jab. Save your Honour! [Exe. Lucio and Ifabella. Ang. From thee; even from thy virtue. What's this? what's this? is this her fault, or mine? The tempter, or the tempted, who fins most ? Not fhe; nor doth fhe tempt; but it is I, That, lying by the violet in the fun, And pitch our evils there? oh, fie, fie, fie! When judges fteal themfelves. What? do I love her, And feaft upon her eyes? what is't I dream on ? With Saints doft bait thy hook! moft dangerous SCENE changes to a Prison. Enter Duke babited like a Friar, and Provoft. H [Exit. Duke. TAIL to you, Provoft! fo, I think, you are. Prov. I am the Provoft; what's your will, good Friar? Duke. Bound by my charity, and my bleft Order, Here in the prifon; do me the common right Prov. I would do more than that, if more were Enter Juliet. Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine, Than die for this. Duke. When muft he die? Prov. As I do think, to-morrow. I have provided for you; ftay a while, And you fhall be conducted. [To Julier. Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the fin you carry? And And try your penitence, if it be found, 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 moft offenceful act Was mutually committed. Juliet. Mutually. Duke. Then was your fin of heavier kind than his. Juliet. I do confefs it, and repent it, father. Duke. 'Tis meet so, daughter; but repent you not, As that the fin hath brought you to this shame? Which forrow's always tow'rds ourselves, not heaven; Shewing, we'd not feek heaven, as we love it, But as we ftand in fear. Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil; And take the shame with joy. Duke. There reft. Your partner, as I hear, muft die to-morrow, Juliet. Muft die to-morrow! oh, injurious love, Is ftill a dying horror! Prov. 'Tis pity of him. very comfort SCENE changes to the Palace. Enter Angelo. [Exit. [Exeunt. THEN I would pray and think, I think and Ang. WHEN pray To fev'ral subjects: heav'n hath my empty words, Wherein Wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride, Enter Servant. How now, who's there? Serv. One Ifabel, a fifter, defires access to you.. Oh heav'ns! Why does my blood thus mufter to my heart, Of neceffary fitness ? So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons; How now, fair maid ? Enter Ifabella. Ifab. I am come to know your pleasure. Ang. That you might know it, would much better please me, Than to demand, what 'tis. Your brother cannot live. Ifab. Ev'n fo?-Heav'n keep your Honour! [Going. Ang. Yet may he live a while; and, it may be, As long as you or I; yet he must die. Ifab. Under your fentence? Ang. Yea. Ifab. When, I befeech you? that in his reprieve, Longer or fhorter, he may be fo fitted, That his foul ficken not. Ang. Ha? fie, these filthy vices! 'twere as good To pardon him, that hath from nature stol'n A A man already made, as to remit Their fawcy fweetness, that do coin heav'n's image As to put metal in restrained means, Ifab. 'Tis fet down fo in heav'n, but not in earth. Ifab. Sir, believe this, I had rather give my body than my foul. Ang. I talk not of your foul; our compell'd fins Stand more for number than accompt. Ifab. How fay you? Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak Against the thing I fay. Answer to this: I, now the voice of the recorded law, Ifab. Please you to do't, I'll take it as a peril to my foul, Ang. Pleas'd you to do't at peril of your foul, Ifab. That I do beg his life, if it be fin, Ang. Nay, but hear me : Your fenfe purfues not mine: either, you're ignorant; Or feem fo, craftily; and that's not good. Ifab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, But graciously to know I am no better. Ang. Thus wifdom wishes to appear most bright, When it doth tax itself: as thefe black masks Proclaim |