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“ Which sorrow is always towards ourselves, not
heaven; “ Shewing, we would not spare heaven, as we love it, “ But as we stand in fear."
Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil ; And take the shame with joy.
Duke. There rest. Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow, 550 And I am going with instruction to him: Grace go with you! benedicite.
[Exit. Juliet. Must die to-morrow! Oh, injurious love, “ That respites me a life, whose very comfort " Is still a dying horror! “ Prov. 'Tis pity of him.
ANGBLO's House. Enter ANGELO.
Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and
pray To several subjects: heaven hath my empty words; Whilst my intention, hearing not my tongue, Anchors on Isabel : Heaven is in my mouth, “ As if I did but only chew its name ;” And in my heart, the strong and swelling evil Of my conception: The state, whereon I studied, Is like a good thing, being often read, Grown fear'd and tedious; yea, my gravity, Wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride,
Could I, with boot, change for an idle plume Which the air beats for vain. Oh place ! oh form! How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit, Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls 570 To thy false seeming? “ Blood, thou art but blood : “ Let's write good angel on the devil's horn, « 'Tis not the devil's crest."
How now, who's there?
Serv. One Isabel, a sister, desires access to you,
Ang. Teach her the way. [Solus.] Oh heavens ! Why does my blood thus muster to my heart,
Making both it unable for itself, “ And dispossessing all my other parts “ Of necessary fitness ?
580 “ So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons ; “ Come all to help him, and so stop the air
By which he should revive : and even so " The general, subject to a well-wish'd king, “ Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness și Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love “ Must needs appear offence."
How now, fair maid ?
Isab. I am come to know your pleasure, Aug. 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!
[Going. 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 beseech you ? that in his reprieve,
599 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 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 metal 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. '
Isab. Sir, believe this,
Ang. I talk not of your soul; Our compellid sins Stand more for number than for accompt.
Isab. How say you?
Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak
Isab. Please you to do't,
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, 630
Ang. Nay, but hear me :
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 641 • Proclaim an enshield beauty ten times louder " Than beauty could displayed."-But mark me; To be received plain, I'll speak more gross : Your brother is to die.
Ang. And his offence is so, as it appears Accountant to the law upon that pain. 3
Ang. Admit no other way to save his life,
Isab. As much for my poor brother, as myself:
Ang. Then must your brother die,
Isab. And 'twere the cheaper way : Better it were, a brother dy'd at once, Than that a sister, by redeeming him, Should die for ever.
Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the sentence
Isab. Ignominy in ransom, and free pardon,