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Why dost thou ask again?
Lest I might be too rash:
Go to; let that be mine;
Do you your office, or give up your place,
I crave your honour's pardon.What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet? She's very near her hour.
Dispose of her
Serv. Here is the sister of the man condemn'd, Desires access to you.
Hath he a sister?
Prov. Ay, my good lord; a very virtuous maid,
Well, let her be admitted. [Ex. Serv.
Enter Lucio and Isabella.
Prov. Save your honour! [Offering to retire.
Isab. I am a woful suitor to your honour,
Well; what's your suit?
Well; the matter?
Isab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die :
I do beseech you, let it be his fault,
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 cipher of a function, To find the faults, whose fine stands in record, And let go by the actor.
O just, but severe.law! I had a brother then.-Heaven keep your honour!
[Retiring. Lucio. [To Isab.] Give't not o'er so: to him again, entreat him;
Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown;
Isab. Must he needs die?
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.
If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse! As mine is to him?
Ang. He's sentenc'd; 'tis too late.
[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, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does. If he had been as you, And you as he, you would have slipt like him;
(2) Be assured.
But he, like you, would not have been so stern.
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.
Be you content, fair maid: It is the law, not I, condemns your brother: Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son, It should be thus with him;-He must die to-mor
Isab. To-morrow? O, that's sudden ! Spare him, spare him :
He's not prepar'd for death! Even for our kitchens,
Who is it that hath died for this offence?
There's many have committed it.
Ay, well said. Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept:
Those many had not dar'd to do that evil,
(1) When in season.
Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils
Yet show some pity. Ang. I show it most of all, when I show 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
And he, that suffers: O, it is excellent
That's well said.
Isab. Could great men thunder
Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing but
Merciful heaven! "
Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt,
Lucio. O, to him, to him, wench: he will relent; He's coming, I perceive't.
But, in less, foul profanation.
Lucio. Thou art 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 advis'd 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 skims the vice o' the top: Go to your bosom;
Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue
She speaks, and 'tis Such sense, that my sense breeds with it.- -Fare you well.
Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back.
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 tested1 gold, Or stones, whose rates are either rich or poor, As fancy values them: but with true prayers, That shall be up in heaven, and enter there, Ere sun-rise; prayers from preserved2 souls, From fasting maids, whose minds are dedicate To nothing temporal.
Well; come to me
Lucio. Go to; it is well; away. [Aside to Isab.
Amen: for I
(1) Attested, stamped.
(2) Preserved from the corruption of the world.