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By putting on the destin❜d livery.

Isab. I have no tongue but one: gentle my lord, Let me entreat you speak the former language. Ang. Plainly conceive, I love you.

Isab. My brother did love Juliet ; and you tell That he shall die for it.

Ang. He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love. Isab. I know, your virtue hath a license in't, Which seems a little fouler than it is,

To pluck on others.

Ang. Believe me, on mine honour,

My words express my purpose.

Isab. Ha! little honour to be much believ'd,

me,

And most pernicious purpose!-Seeming, seeming !9-
I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look for't:

Sign me a présent pardon for my brother,

Or, with an outstretch'd throat, I'll tell the world
Aloud, what man thou art.

Ang. Who will believe thee, Isabel;

My unsoil'd name, th' austereness of my life,
My vouch against you, and my place i' th' state,
Will so your accusation over-weigh,

That you shall stifle in your own report,
And smell of calumny. I have begun ;
And now I give my sensual race the rein:
Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite;
Lay by all nicety, and prolixious blushes,
That banish what they sue for; redeem thy brother
By yielding up thy body to my will;

Or else he must not only die the death,

But thy unkindness shall his death draw out
To lingering sufferance: Answer me to-morrow,
Or, by th' affection that now guides me most,

I'll prove a tyrant to him: As for

you,

Say what you can, my false o'erweighs your true. [Exit. Isab. To whom shall I complain? Did I tell this,

Who would believe me? O perilous mouths,

That bear in them one and the self-same tongue,

Either of condemnation or approof!

[8] Alluding to the licences given by ministers to their spies, to go into all suspected companies, and join in the language of malcontents. WARB.

I suspect Warburton's interpretation to be more ingenious than just. The ob vious meaning is" I know your virtue assumes an air of licentiousness which is not natural to you, on purpose to try me."--Ed. Mag. 1806. STEEVENS.

[9] Seeming, seeming-Hypocrisy, hypocrisy; counterfeit virtue. JOHNS.

Bidding the law make court'sy to their will;
Hooking both right and wrong to th' appetite,
To follow as it draws! I'll to my brother :
Though he hath fallen by prompture of the blood,
Yet hath he in him such a mind of honour,
That had he twenty heads to tender down
On twenty bloody blocks, he'd yield them up,
Before his sister should her body stoop

To such abhorr'd pollution.

Then, Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die :
More than our brother is our chastity.
I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request,

And fit his mind to death, for his soul's rest.

[Exit.

ACT III.

SCENE I-A Room in the Prison. Enter Duke, CLAU

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SO, then you hope of pardon from lord Angelo ?
Clau. The miserable have no other medicine,

But only hope:

I have hope to live, and am prepar'd to die.

Duke. Be absolute for death; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter.

Reason thus with life,

If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing

That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art,
(Servile to all the skiey influences,)

That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st,
Hourly afflict: merely, thou art death's fool;
For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun,
And yet run'st toward him still: Thou art not noble ;
For all th' accommodations that thou bear'st,
Are nurs'd by baseness: Thou art by no means valiant
For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork

t;

[1] Dr. Warburton is undoubtedly mistaken in supposing that by baseness is meant self-love, here assigned as the motive of all human actions. Shakespeare only meant to observe, that a minute analysis of life at once destroys that splendour which dazzles the imagination. Whatever grandeur can display, or luxury enjoy, is procured by baseness, by offices of which the mind shrinks from the contemplation. All the delicacies of the table may be traced back to the shambles and the dunghill, all magnificence of building was hewn from the quarry, and all the pomp of ornament dug from among the damps and darkness of the mine." JOHNSON.

Of a poor worm: Thy best of rest is sleep,

And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st
Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself;"
For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains
That issue out of dust: Happy thou art not:
For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get;
And what thou hast, forgett'st: Thou art not certain ;
For thy complexion shifts to strange effects
After the moon : If thou art rich, thou art poor;
For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows,
Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey,
And death unloads thee: Friend hast thou none;
For thine own bowels, which do call thee sire,
The mere effusion of thy proper loins,

Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum,

For ending thee no sooner: Thou hast nor youth, nor age; But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep,"

Dreaming on both for all thy blessed youth

:

Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms

Of palsied eld: and when thou art old, and rich,
Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty,
To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this,
That bears the name of life? Yet in this life
Lie hid more thousand deaths: yet death we fear,
That makes these odds all even.

Clau. I humbly thank you.

To sue to live, I find, I seek to die;

And, seeking death, find life: Let it come on.

[2] Worm is put for any creeping thing or serpent. Shakespeare supposes falseby, but according to the vulgar notion, that a serpent wounds with his tongue, and that his tongue is forked. He confounds reality and fiction; a serpent's tongue is soft, but not forked nor hurtful. If it could hurt, it could not be soft. JOHNSON. Shakespeare mentions the "adder's fork" in Macbeth; and might have caught this idea from old tapestries or paintings, in which the tongues of serpents and dragons always appear barbed like the point of an arrow. STEEVENS.

[3] Thou art perpetually repaired and renovated by external assistance, thou subsistest upon foreign matter, and hast no power of producing or continuing thy own being. JOHNSON.

[4] For effects read affects; that is, affections, passions of mind, or disorders of body variously affected. JOHNSON.

[5] This is exquisitely imagined. When we are young, we busy ourselves in forming schemes for succeeding time, and miss the gratifications that are before us; when we are old, we amuse the languor of age with the recollection of youthful pleasures or performances; so that our life, of which no part is filled with the business of the present time, resembles our dreams after dinner, when the events of the morning are mingled with the designs of the evening. JOHNSON.

[6] Eld is generally used for old age, decrepitude. It is here put for old people, persons worn with years. STEEVÉNS.

Enter ISABELLA.

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.

Clau. 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.

Prov. As many as you please.

Duke. Bring them to speak, where I may be conceal'd, Yet hear them.

[Exeunt Duke and Provost.

Clau. Now, sister, what's the comfort?

Isab. Why, as all comforts are; most good indeed : Lord Angelo, having affairs to heaven,

Intends you for his swift embassador,

Where you shall be an everlasting leiger:

Therefore your best appointment? make with speed:
To-morrow you set on.

Clau. Is there no remedy?

Isab. None, but such remedy, as, to save a head, To cleave a heart in twain.

Clau. But is there any?

Isab. Yes, brother, you may live;
There is a devilish mercy in the judge,
If you'll implore it, that will free your life,
But fetter you till death.

Clau. Perpetual durance?

Isab. Ay, just, perpetual durance; a restraint, Though all the world's vastidity you had,

To a determin'd scope.

Clau. 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 you naked.

Clau. Let me know the point.

Isab. O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake, Lest thou a feverous life should'st entertain,

And six or seven winters more respect

[7] The word appointment, on this occasion, should seem to comprehend confession, communion, and absolution.

STEEVENS.

[8] A confinement of your mind to one painful idea; to ignominy, of which the remembrance can neither be suppressed nor escaped. JOHNSON.

Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ?
The sense of death is most in apprehension;
And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.

Clau. Why give you me this shame ?
Think you I can a resolution fetch
From flowery tenderness? If I must die,
I will encounter darkness as a bride,
And hug it in mine arms.

father's grave

Isab. There spake my brother ; there my
Did utter forth a voice! Yes, thou must die :
Thou art too noble to conserve a life

In base appliances. This outward-sainted deputy,-
Whose settled visage and deliberate word

Nips youth i' th' head, and follies doth enmew,
As falcon doth the fowl,-is yet a devil;
His filth within being cast, he would appear
A pond as deep as hell.

Clau. The princely Angelo ?

Isab. O, 'tis the cunning livery of hell,
The damned'st body to invest and cover
In princely guards! Dost thou think, Claudio,
If I would yield him my virginity,

Thou might'st be freed?

Clau. O, heavens! it cannot be.

Isab. Yes, he would give it thee, from this rank offence, So to offend him still: This night's the time

That I should do what I abhor to name,

Or else thou diest to-morrow.

Clau. Thou shalt not do't.

Isab. O, were it but my life,

I'd throw it down for your deliverance

As frankly as a pin.

Clau. Thanks, dear Isabel.

Isab. Be ready, Claudio, for your death to-morrow.
Clau. Yes. Has he affections in him,

That thus can make him bite the law by th' nose,
When he would force it? Sure it is no sin;

Or of the deadly seven it is the least.'

[9] In whose presence the follies of youth are afraid to show themselves, as the fowl is afraid to flutter while the falcon hovers over it. To enmen is a term in falconry. STEEVENS.

[1] It may be useful to know which they are; the reader is, therefore, presented with the following catalogue of them, viz. Pride, Envy, Wrath, Sloth,

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