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Isab. Save your honour!

At any time 'fore noon.

[Exeunt Lucio, ISABELLA, and Provost.

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 sins most? Ha!
Not she; nor doth she tempt: but it is I,
That lying by the violet, in the sun,

Do, as the carrion does, not as the flower,
Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be,
That modesty may more betray our sense
Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground

Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary,
And pitch our evils there? O, fy, fy, fy i
What dost thou? or, what art thou, Angelo?
Dost thou desire her foully, for those things
That make her good? O, let her brother live:
Thieves for their robbery have authority,
When judges steal themselves. What? do I love

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
Is that temptation, that doth goad us on

To sin in loving virtue: never could the strumpet
With all her double vigour, art and nature,
Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid
Subdues me quite; -Ever, till now,

When men were fond, I smil'd, and wonder'd how!

8 See 2 Kings, x. 27.



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
To let me see them; and to make me know
The nature of their crimes, that I may minister
To them accordingly.

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


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.


When must he die?


Prov. As I do think, to-morrow.
I have provided for you; stay a while,

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Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you


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,
Or hollowly put on.

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?



Duke. Then was your sin of heavier kind than


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.

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Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow,
And I am going with instruction to him.

Grace go with you! Benedicite!


Juliet. Must die to-morrow! O, injurious love,

That respites me a life, whose very comfort

Is still a dying horror!


'Tis pity of him. [Exeunt.

9 Spare to offend heaven.


A Room in Angelo's House.
Enter ANGElo.

Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and pray

To several subjects: heaven hath my empty words;
Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue,
Anchors on Isabel: Heaven in my mouth,
As if I did but only chew his name;

And in my heart, the strong and swelling evil
Of my conception: The state, whereon I studied,
Is like a good thing, being often read,
Grown fear'd and tedious; yea, my gravity,
Wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride,
Could I, with boot', change for an idle plume,
Which the air beats for vain. O place! O form!
How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit,
Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls
To thy false seeming? Blood, thou still art blood:
Let's write good angel on the devil's horn,
'Tis not the devil's crest.

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Why does my blood thus muster to my heart;
Making both it unable for itself,

And dispossessing all the other parts
Of necessary fitness?

1 Profit.

2 Outside.



So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons;
Come all to help him, and so stop the air
By which he should revive: and even so
The general 3, subject to a well-wish'd king,
Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness
Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love
Must needs appear offence.


How now, fair maid?


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


Isab. Even so?-Heaven keep your honour!


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
A man already made, as to remit

Their sawcy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image

In stamps that are forbid: 'tis all as easy
Falsely to take away a life true, made,

As to put mettle in restrained means,
To make a false one.

⚫ People.

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