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Am that way going to temptation,
Where prayers cross.
At what hour to-morrow
Ang. At any time 'fore noon. Isab. Save your honour! [Exe. Luc. Isa. and Pro. 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, Can it be, Corrupt with virtuous season. That modesty may more betray our sense Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough,
Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary,
To sin in loving virtue: never could the strumpet,
Duke. Hail to you, provost; so, I think you are.
(1) See 2 Kings, x. 27.
Prov. I am the provost : What's your will, good
Duke. Bound by my charity, and my bless'd order,
I come to visit the afflicted spirits
Prov. I would do more than that, if more were needful.
Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine,
I have provided for you; stay a while. [To Juliet. And you shall be conducted.
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,
I'll gladly learn.
Duke. Love you the man that wrong'd you? Juliet. Yes, as I love the woman that wrong'd
Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act Was mutually committed?
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
As that the sin hath brought you to this shame,-
Showing, we'd not sparel heaven, as we love it,
Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil; And take the shame with joy.
There rest. 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,
'Tis pity of him. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV-A room in Angelo's house. Enter
Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and pray
To several subjects: heaven hath my empty words;
(1) Spare to offend heaven. (3) Outside.
How now, who's there?
Desires access to you.
One Isabel, a sister,
Teach her the way. [Ex. Serv.
Why does my blood thus muster to my heart;
And dispossessing all the other parts
So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons;
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 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? 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! Fie, these filthy vices! It were as good To pardon him, that hath from nature stolen A man already made, as to remit
Their saucy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image, In stamps that are forbid: 'tis all as easy
Falsely to take away a life true made,
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, Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness, As she that he hath stain'd?
Sir, believe this, I had rather give my body than my soul. Ang. I talk not of your soul: Our compell'd sins Stand more for number than accompt.
How say you? Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak Against the thing I say. Answer to this ;I, now the voice of the recorded law, Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life : Might there not be a charity in sin, To save this brother's life?
Please you to do't,
I'll take it as a peril to my soul,
Ang. Pleas'd you to do't, at peril of your soul, Were equal poize of sin and charity.
Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sin, Heaven, let me bear it! you granting of my suit, If that be sin, I'll make it my morn prayer To have it added to the faults of mine, And nothing of your, answer.
Nav, but hear me : Your sense pursues not mine: either you are ignorant, Or seem so, craftily; and that's not good.
Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, But graciously to know I am no better.
Ang. Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright, When it doth tax itself: as these black masks Proclaim an enshield' beauty ten times louder
(1) Enshielded, covered.