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Than the soft myrtle! O, but man, proud man,
Most ignorant of what he's most assur❜d—
Plays such fantastic tricks before high Heaven
As make the Angels weep; who, with our spleens,
LUCIO. [to ISAB.] O, to him, to him, wench! he will relent;
He's coming; I perceive 't.
LUCIO. [to ISAB.] Thou'rt in the right, girl: more o' that!
LUCIO. [aside.] Art advis'd o' that? More on 't!
Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself,
That skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom ;
Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue
She speaks, and 'tis
Such sense, that my sense3 breeds with it.-Fare you [to ISABELLA.
LUCIO. [aside.] You had marr'd all else.
ISAB. Gentle my Lord, turn back.
ANG. I will bethink me. Come again to-morrow.
ISAB. Hark how I'll bribe you! Good my Lord, turn back.
ISAB. Ay, with such gifts that Heaven shall share with
1 to death. 2 as with a wound. 8 amorous impulse. 4 foolish.
Ere sunrise; prayers from preserved souls,
Well: come to me to-morrow.
Amen, for I
Am that way going to temptation,
Shall I attend your Lordship?
ISAB. God save your Honour!
That, lying by the violet in the Sun,
Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough,
At what hour to-morrow
any time 'fore noon.
And pitch our evils3 there? O, fie, fie, fie!
When judges steal themselves. What! do I love her,
And feast upon her eyes? What is 't I dream on?
With saints doth 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. [exit.
1 bar the path.
SCENE III. A Room in a Prison.
Enter DUKE and Provost.
DUKE. Hail to you, Provost! so I think you are?
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
PROV. I would do more than that, if more were needful.
Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine,
Than die for this.
[to JULIET.] I have provided for you: stay awhile,
DUKE. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry?
DUKE. I'll teach you how you shall arraign your con
And try your penitence, if it be sound
Or hollowly put on.
DUKE. Then was your sin of heavier kind than his.
DUKE. 'Tis meet so, Daughter. But lest you do repent, 30
As that the sin hath brought you to this shame—
1 A sudden gust. (Cf. The Tempest, 1. ii. 324-5.)
Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not Heaven;
JUL. I do repent me, as it is an evil;
And take the shame with joy. DUKE.
There rest.1 Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow, And I am going with instruction to him.
JUL. God's grace go with you!
Benedicite! JUL. Must die to-morrow! O injurious Law, That respites me a life whose very comfort Is still a dying horror!
"Tis pity of him.
SCENE IV. A Room in ANGELO'S House.
ANG. When I would pray and think, I think and pray
And in my heart the strong and swelling evil
Of my conception. The State, whereon I studied,
One Isabel, a Sister,
Teach her the way. [Exit Servant.
Why does my blood thus muster to my heart,
Both making it unable for itself,
And dispossessing all the other parts
Of necessary fitness?
So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons :
By which he should revive; and even so
How now, fair maid?
ISAB. When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve,
That his soul sicken not.
ANG. Ha! Fie, these filthy vices! It were as good
Their saucy sweetness, that do coin Heaven's image
Falsely to take away a life true made
Than to demand what 'tis. Your brother cannot live. ISAB. Even so?-Heaven keep your Honour! [retiring. ANG. Yet may he live awhile; and, it may be,
As long as you, or I : yet he must die.
ISAB. Under your sentence?
As to put mettle in restrained means
ISAB. "Tis set down so in Heaven, but not in Earth.