That goes not out to prey. Now, as fond fathers, For terror, not to use, in time the rod 25 [Becomes] more mock'd than fear'd; so our decrees, The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart 30 Fri. T. It rested in your Grace To unloose this tied-up justice when you pleas'd: 35 Duke. I have on Angelo impos'd the office; 40 Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home, 46 Visit both prince and people; therefore, I prithee, Like a true friar. Moe reasons for this action Is more to bread than stone; hence shall we see, SCENE IV [A nunnery.] Enter Isabella and Francisca, a Nun. Isab. And have you nuns no farther privileges? Isab. Yes, truly. I speak not as desiring more, But rather wishing a more strict restraint 50 Exeunt. Upon the sisterhood, the votaries of Saint Clare. 5 Lucio. [Within.] Ho! Peace be in this place! Isab. Who's that which calls? Turn you the key, and know his business of him. men But in the presence of the prioress; 10 Then, if you speak, you must not show your face, с Or, if you show your face, you must not speak. He calls again; I pray you, answer him. Isab. Peace and prosperity! Who is't that calls? [Enter Lucio.] Exit. Lucio. Hail, virgin, if you be, as those cheek-roses A novice of this place and the fair sister Isab. Why her unhappy brother? let me ask, The rather for I now must make you know I am that Isabella and his sister. 15 20 Lucio. Gentle and fair, your brother kindly greets you. Not to be weary with you, he's in prison. Isab. Woe me! for what? Lucio. For that which, if myself might be his judge, He should receive his punishment in thanks. Isab. Sir, make me not your story. 25 It is true. 30 I would not though 'tis my familiar sin I hold you as a thing enskied and sainted, By your renouncement an immortal spirit, As with a saint. 35 Isab. You do blaspheme the good in mocking me. thus: Fewness and truth, 'tis Your brother and his lover have embrac❜d. As those that feed grow full, as blossoming time 40 Isab. Some one with child by him? My cousin Juliet ? Lucio. Is she your cousin? Isab. Adoptedly; as school-maids change their names By vain though apt affection. Lucio. Isab. O, let him marry her. She it is. This is the point. 45 The Duke is very strangely gone from hence; 50 In hand, in hope of action; but we do learn From his true-meant design. Upon his place, 55 Governs Lord Angelo, a man whose blood 60 He - to give fear to use and liberty, Under whose heavy sense your brother's life Lucio. Has censur'd him A warrant for his execution. Isab. Alas! what poor ability's in me To do him good? Lucio. 65 70 75 Assay the power you have. Our doubts are traitors, Isab. My power? Alas, I doubt And makes us lose the good we oft might win All their petitions are as freely theirs As they themselves would owe them. Isab. I'll see what I can do. Lucio. But speedily. |