Ang. Isab. Save your honour! At any time 'fore noon. [Exeunt Lucio, ISABELLA, and Provost. Ang. From thee; even from thy virtue.- Do, as the carrion does, not as the flower, Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary, That I desire to hear her speak again, And feast upon her eyes? What is't I dream on? O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint, With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous To sin in loving virtue: never could the strumpet When men were fond, I smil'd, and wonder'd how! 8 See 2 Kings, x. 27. [Exit. SCENE III. A Room in a Prison. Enter DUKE, habited like a Friar, and Provost. Duke. Hail to you, provost ! so, I think you are, Prov. I am the provost : What's your will, good friar? Duke. Bound by my charity, and my bless'd order, I come to visit the afflicted spirits Here in the prison: do me the common right Prov. I would do more than that, if more were needful. Enter JULIET. Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine, 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 More fit to do another such offence, Than die for this. Duke. When must he die? [To JULIET. Prov. As I do think, to-morrow. Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry? Juliet. I do; and bear the shame most patiently. Duke. I'll teach you how you shall arraign your conscience. And try your penitence, if it be sound, 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 most offenceful act Was mutually committed? Juliet. Mutually. Duke. Then was your sin of heavier kind than his. Juliet. I do confess it, and repent it, father. Duke. 'Tis meet so, daughter: But lest you do repent, As that the sin hath brought you to this shame,Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not heaven; Showing, we'd not spare 9 heaven, as we love it, But as we stand in fear, Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil; And take the shame with joy. Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow, Grace go with you! Benedicite! [Exit. Juliet. Must die to-morrow! O, injurious love, That respites me a life, whose very comfort Is still a dying horror! Prov. 'Tis pity of him. [Exeunt. 9 Spare to offend heaven. SCENE IV. A Room in Angelo's House. Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and pray To several subjects: heaven hath my empty words; And in my heart, the strong and swelling evil Why does my blood thus muster to my heart; And dispossessing all the other parts 1 Profit. 2 Outside. VOL. II. E So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons; Enter ISABELLA. How now, fair maid? Isab. 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. Isab. Even so?-Heaven keep your honour! [Retiring. Ang. Yet and it may be, he live a while; may As long as you, or I: Yet he must die. Isab. Under your sentence? Ang. Yea. Isab. When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve, Longer, or shorter, he may be so fitted, That his soul sicken not. Ang. Ha! Fye, these filthy vices! It were as good To pardon him, that hath from nature stolen Their sawcy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image In stamps that are forbid: 'tis all as easy As to put mettle in restrained means, ⚫ People. |