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Ere sun-rise; prayers from preservedt souls,
Well; come to me
[Aside to Isabel.
Amen : for I Am that way going to temptation,
At what hour to-morrow
At any time 'fore noon.
[Ereunt 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
enough, Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary And pitch our evils there*? 0, fy, fy, fy, What dost thou? or what art thou, Augelo? Dost thou desire her foully, for those things That make her good ? 0, let her brother live: Thieves for their robbery have authority, When judges steal themselves. What? do I love her, 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
• See 2 Kings, X. 27.
To sin in loving virtue: never could the strumpet,
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 cridies, that I may minister To them accordingly. Proo. I would do more than that, if more were
Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine,
When must he die?
Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry?
Juliet. I do; and bear the shame most patiently.
I'll gladly learn.
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
Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil;
[Erit. Juliet. Must die to-morrow! 0, injurious love, That respites me a life, whose very comfort Is still a dying horror! Prov.
'Tis pity of him. (Ereunt.
Spare to offend heaven.
A room in Angelo's house.
Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and
How now, who's there?
One Isabel, a sister,
Teach her the way.
And dispossessing all the other parts
How now, fair maid ?
I am come to know your pleasure.
please me, Than to demand what 'tis. Your brother cannot live. Isab. Even so ?--Heaven keep your honour!
[Retiring. Ang. Yet may he live a while; and, it may be, As long as you, or I: Yet he must die.
Isab. Under your sentence?
Isab. When, I beseecli you? that in his reprieve,
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.
Isab. 'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in earth.
Ang. Say you so? then I shall poze you quickly. Which had you rather, That the most just law Now took your brother's life; or, to redeem him,