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CLO. If you head and hang all that offend that way but for ten year together, you'll be glad to give out a commission for more heads. If this law hold in Vienna ten year, I'll rent the fairest house in it, after1 threepence a bay:2 if you live to see this come to pass, say Pompey told you so.
ESCAL. Thank you, good Pompey, and, in requital of
Whip me? No, no; let carman whip his jade;
The valiant heart's not whipp'd out of his trade. [exit. ESCAL. Come hither to me, Master Elbow; come hither, Master Constable. How long have you been in this place of Constable?
ELB. Seven year and a half, Sir.
ESCAL. I thought, by your readiness in the office, you had continu'd in it some time. You say seven years together?
ELB. And a half, Sir.
ESCAL. Alas! it hath been great pains to you! They do you wrong to put you so oft upon 't. Are there not men in your ward sufficient to serve it?
ELB. Faith, Sir, few of any wit in such matters: as they are chosen, they are glad to choose me for them; I do it for some piece of money, and go through with all.
ESCAL. Look you, bring me in the names of some six or seven, the most sufficient of your parish.
ELB. To your Worship's house, Sir?
ESCAL. To my house. Fare you well. [Exit ELBOW.]
What's o'clock, think you?
JUST. Eleven, Sir.
ESCAL. I pray you, home to dinner with me.
JUST. I humbly thank you.
1 at the rate of.
2 twenty-four feet of brickwork.
ESCAL. It grieves me for the death of Claudio;
JUST. Lord Angelo is severe.
It is but needful:
SCENE II. Another Room in the Same.
Enter Provost and a Servant.
SERV. He's hearing of a cause; he will come straight.
All sects, all ages smack of this vice; and he
Pray you, do. [Exit Servant.] I'll know
Dispose of her
To some more fitter place; and that with speed.
SERV. Here is the sister of the man condemn'd
Hath he a sister?
PROV. Ay, my good Lord: a very virtuous maid,
If not already.
Well, let her be admitted. [Exit Servant.
Enter LUCIO and ISABELLA.
PROV. God save your Honour!
[to ISABELLA.] You are welcome. What's your will? ISAB. I am a woeful suitor to your Honour,
Please but your Honour hear me.
[offering to retire. Stay a little while.
Well: the matter?
And not my brother.
Heaven give thee moving graces!
To fine the fault whose fine stands in record,'
O, just but severe Law!
Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown:
To him, I say!
1 that dies.
LUCIO. [to ISABELLA.] Give 't not o'er so! To him again : entreat him:
4 the statute.
ACT II ISAB. Must he needs die?
Maiden, no remedy.
If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse1
ISAB. Too late? Why, no; I, that do speak a word,
No ceremony that to great ones 'longs,
ISAB. I would to Heaven I had your potency,
And you were Isabel! Should it then be thus?
Be you content, fair maid:
Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son,
It should be thus with him: he must die to-morrow. ISAB. To-morrow? O, that's sudden! Spare him, spare
He's not prepar'd for death! Even for our kitchens
To our gross selves? Good, good my Lord, bethink you :
There's many have committed it.
Those many had not dar'd to do that evil,
If that the first that did the edict infringe
Are now to have no successive degrees,
But, ere they live, to end.
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 sentence,
And he that suffers? O, it is excellent
To have a giant's strength, but it is tyrannous
To use it like a giant!
As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet,
Would use his Heaven for thunder