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For thy complexion shifts to strange effects,
I humbly thank you. To sue to live, I find, I seek to die; Aud, seeking death, find life : Iet it come on.
Isab. What, ho! Peace here; grace and good
company! Prov. Who's there? come in: the wish deserves
a welcome. Duke. Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you again. Claud. Most holy sir, I thank you. Isab. My business is a word or two with Claudio. Prov. And very welcome. Look, signior, here's
your sister. Duke. Provost, a word with you. Proo.
As many as you please,
* Affects, affections. #Old age.
+ Leprous eruptions.
Duke. Bring them to speak, where I may be con
ceal'd, Yet hear them. (Ereunt Duke and Provost. Claud.
Now, sister, what's the comfort? Isab. Why, as all comforts are; most good in
Lord Angelo, having affairs to heaven,
Is there no remedy?
But is there any?
But in what nature ? Isab. In such a one as (you consenting to't) Would bark your honour from that trunk you bear, And leave
Let me know the point.
Why give you me this shame?
† Preparation. ^ Vastuess of extent.
Think you I can a resolution fetch
The princely Angelo?
0, heavens! it cannot be. Isab. Yes, he would give it thee, from this rank
Thou shalt not do't.
Thanks, dear Isabel.
Claud, Yes.-Has he affections in him,
Isab. Which is the least?
* Shut up
+ Laced robes.
Why, would he for the momentary trick
Isab. What says my brother?
Death is a fearful thing. Isab. And shamed life a hateful.
Claud. Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;
Isab. Alas! alas!
Sweet sister, let me live:
O, you beast!
think? Heaven shield, my mother play'd my father fair! For such a warped slip of wildernessi Ne'er issu'd from his blood. Take my defiances : Die ; perish! might but my bending down Reprieve thee from thy fate, it should proceed: I'll pray a thousand prayers for thy death, No word to save thee.
• Lastiogly. + Invisible. Wildoess. Refusal.
Claud. Nay, Hear me, Isabel.
O, fy, fy, fy!
· O hear me, Isabella.
Re-enter Duke. Duke. Vouchsafe a word, young sister, but one word.
Isab. What is your will?
Duke. Might you dispense with your leisure, I would by and by have some speech with you: the satisfaction I would require, is likewise your own benefit.
Isab. I have no superfluous leisure; my stay must be stolen out of other affairs; but I will attend you a while.
Duke. (To Claudio, aside.] Son, I have overheard what hath passed between you and your sis. ter. Angelo had never the purpose to corrupt her; only he hath made an essay of her virtue, to practise his judgement with the disposition of natures : she, having the trutli of honour in her, hath made him that gracious denial which he is most glad to receive: I am confessor to Angelo, and I know this to be true; therefore prepare yourself to death : do not satisfy your resolution with hopes that are fallible: to-morrow you must die; go to your knees, and make ready.
Claud. Let me ask my sister pardon. I am so · out of love with life, that I will sue to be rid of it. Duke. Holdt you there: farewell.
(Exit Claudio. Re-enter Provost. Provost, a word with you.
* An established habit.