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My words express my purpose.

Isab. Ha ! little honour to be much believ'd, And most pernicious purpose!-Seeming, seeming!! I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look fort: Sign me a present pardon for my brother, Or, with an outstretch'd throat, I'll tell the world Aloud, what man thou art. Ang.

Who will believe thee, Isabel? My unsoild name, the austereness of my life, My vouch2 against you, and my place i’ the state, Will so your accusation overweigh, That you shall stifle in your own report, And smell of calumny. I have begun; And now I give my sensual race the rein : Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite; Lay by all nicety, and prolixious3 blushes, That banish what they sue for; redeem thy brother By yielding up thy body to my will ; Or etse he must not only die the death, But thy unkindness shall his death draw out To lingering sufferance: answer me to-morrow, Or, by the affection that now guides me most, I'll prove a tyrant to him: As for you, Say what you can, my false o'erweighs your true.

(Exit. Isab. To whom shall I complain? Did I tell this, Who would believe me? O perilous mouths, That bear in them one and the self-same tongue, Either of condemnation or approof! Bidding the law inake court'sy, to their will; Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite, To follow as it draws! I'll to my brother : Though he hath fallen by prompture of the blood, Yet hath he in him such a mind of honour, That had he twenty heads to tender down On twenty bloody blocks, he'd yield them up, Before his sister słould her body stoop To such abhorr'd pollution. (1) Hypocrisy. (2) Attestation (3) Reluctant.

Then Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die :
More than our brother is our chastity.
I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request,
And fit his mind to death, for his soul's rest. (Exit.

ACT III. SCENE 1.A room in the prison. Enter Duke,

Claudio, and Provost. Duke. So, then you hope of pardon from lord

Angelo? Claud. The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope : I have hope to live, and am prepar'd to die.

Duke. Be absolutel for death; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with

life, If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art (Servile to all the skiey influences,) That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict: merely, thou art death's fool; For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun, And yet run'st toward him still: Thou art not noble; For all the accommodations that thou bear'st, Are nurs'd by baseness : Thou art by no means

valiant : For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm: Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself; For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains That issue out of dust : Happy thou art not: For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get; And what thou hast, forget'st; Thou art not certain;

(1) Determined.

For thy complexion shifts to strange effects,?
After the moon : If thou art rich, thou art poor;
For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows,
Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey,
And death unloads thee: Friend hast thou none;
For thine own bowels, which do call thee sire,
The mere effusion of thy proper loins,
Do curse the gout, serpigo, 2 and the rheum,
For ending thee no sooner: Thou hast nor youth,

nor age;
But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep,
Dreaming on both: for all thy blessed youth
Becomes as aged, and doth beg thee alms
Of palsied eld ;; and when thou art old, and rich,
Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty,
To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this,
That bears the name of life? Yet in this life
Lie hid more thousand deaths: yet death we fear,
That makes these odds all even.
Claud.

I humbly thank you. To sue to live, I find, I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life : Let it come on.

Enter Isabella. Isab. What, ho! Peace here; grace and good

company! Prov. Who's there? come in : the wish deserves

a welcome. Duke. Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you again. Claud. Most holy sir, I thank you. Isab. My business is a word or two with Claudio. Prov. And very welcome. Look, signior, here's

your sister. Duke. Provost, a word with you. Prov.

As many as you please. Duke. Bring them to speak, where I may be

conceal'd,

(1) Affects, affections. (2) Leprous eruptions.

(3) Old age.

deed;

Yet hear them. (Exeunt Duke and Prorost.

Claud. Now, sister, what's the comfort ?

Isab. Why, as all comforts are; most good inLord Angelo, having affairs to heaven, Intends you for his swift ambassador, Where you shall be an everlasting leiger:! Therefore your best appointment2 make with speed; To-morrow you set on. Claud.

Is there no remedy? Isab. None, but such remedy, as, to save a head, To cleave a heart in twain, Claud.

But is there any? Isab. Yes, brother, you may live; There is a devilish mercy in the judge, If you'll implore it, that will free your life, But fetter you till death. Claud.

Perpetual durance? Isab. Ay, just, perpetual durance; a restraint, Though all the world's vastidity: you had, Toa determin'd scope. Claud.

But in what nature ? Isab. In such a one as (you consenting to't) Would bark your honour from that trunk you bear, And leave you naked. Claud.

Let me know the point. Isab. O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake Lest thou a feverous life should'st entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies. Claud.

Why give you me this shame?
Think you I can a resolution fetch
From flowery tenderness? If I must die,

(1) Resident. (2) Preparation.
(3) Vastness of extent.

I will encounter darkness as a bride,
And hug it in mine arms.
Isab. There spake my brother; there my father's

grave
Did utter forth a voice ! Yes, thou must die:
Thou art too noble to conserve a life
In base appliances. This outward-sainted deputy,
Whose settled visage and deliberate word
Nips youth i'the head, and follies doth enmew,
As falcon doth the fowl,—is yet a devil;
His filth within being cast, he would appear
A pond as deep as hell.
Claud.

The princely Angelo? Isab. O, 'tis the cunning livery of hell, The damned'st body to invest and cover In princely guards !2 Dost thou think, Claudio, If I would yield him my virginity, Thou might'st be freed? Claud.

O, heavens! it cannot be. Isab. Yes, he would give it thee, from this rank

offence,
So to offend him still : This night's the time
That I should do what I abhor to name,
Or else thou diest to-morrow.
Claud.

Thou shalt not do't.
Isab. O, were it but my life,
I'd throw it down for your deliverance
As frankly3 as a pin.
Claud.

Thanks, dear Isabel.
Isab Be ready, Claudio, for your death to-mor-

Claud. Yes. Has he affections in him,
That thus can make him bite the law by the nose,
When he would force it? Sure it is no sin ;
Or of the deadly seven it is the least.

Isab. Which is the least?

Claud. If it were damnable, he, being so wise, Why, would be for the momentary trick

(1) Shut up. (2) Laced robes. (3) Fre

row.

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