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No earthly mean to save him, but that either
You must lay down the treasures of your body
To this supposed, or else let him suffer;
What would you do?

Isab. As much for my poor brother, as myself:
That is, Were I under the terms of death,
The impression of keen whips I'd wear as rubies,
And strip myself to death, as to a bed
That longing I have been sick for, ere I'd yield
My body up to shame.

Ang. Then must your brother die. Isab. Aud 'twere the cheaper way: Better it were, a brother die at once, Than that a sister, by redeeming him, Should die for ever.

Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the senThat you have slander'd so? [tence

Isab. Ignomy in ransom, and free pardon, Are of two houses: lawful mercy is Nothing akin to foul redemption.

Ang. You seem'd of late to make the law a tyrant; And rather prov'd the sliding of your brother A merriment than a vice.

Isab. O pardon me, my lord; it oft falls out, To have what we'd have, we speak not what

we mean :

I something do excuse the thing I hate, For his advantage that I dearly love.

Ang. We are all frail.

Isab. Else let my brother die, If not a feodary, but only he, Owe, and succeed by weakness.

Ang. Nay, women are frail too.

Isab. Ay, as the glasses where they view themselves:

Which are as easy broke as they make forms. Women!-Help heaven! men their creation


In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times For we are soft as our complexions are, [frail And credulous to false prints. §

Ang. I think it well.

And from this testimony of your own sex, (Since, I suppose, we are made to be no stronger Than faults may shake our frames,) let me be bold;

Ignominy. † Associate. ITs pocrisy.

I do arrest your words; Be that you are,
That is, a woman; If you be more, you're none:
If you be one, (as you are well express'd
By all external warrants,) show it now,
By putting on the destined 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.

That he shall die for it.

Isab. My brother did love Juliet; and you tell
Ang. He shall not, Isabel, if you give me

Isab. I know, your virtue hath a licence in't, Which seems 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, And most pernicious purpose 1-Seeming, seem. ing! |

I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look for't:
Sign me a present pardon for my brother,
Or, with an outstretch'd throat, I'll tell the
Aloud, what man thou art.

Ang. Who will believe thee, Isabel?
My unsoil'd name, the austereness of my life,
My vouch ¶ against you, and my place i'the
Will so your accusation overweigh, [state,
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

1 Own. Impressions. Attestation, Reluctant.

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 the 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
Isab. To whom shall I complain? Did I tell


Who would believe me? O perilous mouths,
That bear in them one and the self-same tongue,
Either of condemnation or approof!
Bidding the law make court'sy to their will;
Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite
To follow as it draws! I'll to my brother:
Though he hath fallen by prompture of the

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.



SCENE 1.-A Room in the Prison.

Enter DUKE, CLAUDIO, and PROVOST. Duke. So, then you hope of pardon from ford Angelo ?

Claud. 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 (Servile to all the skiey influences,) [art, That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict: mercly, 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 the 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
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

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, forget'st: Thou are 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 alus
Of palsied eld; and when thou art old, and


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affection, limb, nor

Thou hast neither heat,

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
That makes these odds all even.

Claud. 1 bumbly thank you.
To sue to live, I find, I seek to die:
And, seeking death, find life; let it come on.

Isab. What, ho! Peace here; grace and good company!

Prou. 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

Prov. And very welcome.

Look, siguiór,

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.
Claud. Now, sister, what's the comfort?
Isab. Why, as all comforts are; most good
in deed :

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Isab. In such a one as (you consenting to't) Would bark your honour from that trunk you And leave you naked. [bear,

Claud. Let me know the point. Isab. Oh! I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake Lest thon a fev'rous life should'st entertain, And six or seven winters more respect 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.

Claud. 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 in it mine arms.

Isab. There spake my brother; there my father's grave

Did utter forth a voice! Yes, thon must die:
Thou art too noble to conserve a life

Whose settled visage and deliberate word

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

Claud. The princely Angelo ?

Isub. Oh! 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.

• Resident. + Preparation. Shut up.

Claud. O heavens ! it cannot be. Isab. Yes, he would give it Lace, from a 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.
Claud. Thou shalt not do't.

1 Vastness of extent. 1 Laced robes.

Isab, Oh! were it but my life,

I'd throw it down for your deliverance
As frankly as a pin.

Claud. Thanks, dear Isabel.

Isab. Be ready, Claudio, for your death to


Claud. Yes.-Has he affections in him, That thus can make him bite the law by the must, When he would force it? Sure it is no sin Or of the deadly seven it is the least.

Isab. Which is the least ?


A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
To bathe in floods, or to re de
In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice;
To be imprison'd in the viewless winds,
And blown with restless violence round a
The pendent world; or to be worse tha **
Of those, that lawless and inc rtain thoughts
Imagine howling !-tis too horrible!
The weariest and most loathed wordly hê,
That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment
Can lay on nature, is a paradise

To what we fear of death,

Claud. If it were damnable, be, being so vis Why, would he for the momentary trick Be perdurably + fin'd?—O Isabel! Isub. What says my brother? Claud. Death is a fearful thing. Isab. And shamed life a hateful.

Claud. Ay, but to die, and go we know not To lie in cold obstruction, and to ret: This sensible warm motion to become


Isab. Alas! alas !

Claud. Sweet sister let me live;

What sin you do to save a brother's life, Nature dispenses with the deed so far, That it becomes a virtue.

Isab. O you beast!

O faithless coward! O dishonest wretch!
Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice 1
Is't not a kind of incest, to take life
From thine own sister's shame ! What shall I

Heaven shield, my mother play'd my father far!
For such a warped slip of wilderness 3
Ne'er issu'd from his blood. Take my defiance: 1
Die; perrish might but my bending down
Reprieve thee from thy fate, it should procrał :
I pray a thousand prayers for thy death.
No word to save thee.

Claud. Nay, hear me, Isabel.

Isab. O fie, fie, fie !

Thy sin's not accidental, but a trade : ▼
Mercy to thee would prove itself a band,
'Tis best that thou diest quickly,
Claud. O hear me, Isabella.

Re-enter Duke.

Isab. What is your will?

Duke. Might you dispense with your les it,

In base appliances. This outward-sainted de- I would by and by bave some speech with ve the satisfaction I would require, is likewise pat own benefit.


Duke. Vouchsafe a word, young sister, bat one word,

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Isab. I have no superfluous leisure; my stay must be stolen out of other affairs; but I wal attend you a while.

Duke. [To CLAUDIO, aside.] Son, I bare overheard what hath past between you and Fas sister. Angelo bad never the purpose to be rupt her; only he hath made an essay of bet virtue, to practise his judgment with the dis position of natures: she, having the twth f honour in her, bath made him that gracious de

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tion in this life, that it will let this man live!— But how out of this can she avail ?

Duke. It is a rupture that you may easily

nial 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 fal-heal: and the cure of it not only saves your lible: to-morrow you must die; go to your knees, brother, but keeps you from dishonour in doing it. and make ready.

Isab. Show me how, good father.

Provost, a word with you.

Duke. This fore-named maid hath yet in her the continuance of her first affection; his unjust unkindness, that in all reason should have quenched her love, hath, like an impediment in the current, made it more violent and unruly. Go you to Angelo; answer his requiring with a plausible obedience; agree with his demands to the point: only refer yourself to this adProu. What's your will, father? vantage,-first, that your stay with him may not Duke. That now you are come, you will be be long; that the time may have all shadow and gone: Leave me a while with the maid my silence in it; and the place answer to convenimind promises with my habit, no loss shall touch ence: this being granted in course, now follows her by my company. We shall advise this wronged maid to stead Prov. In good time. [Exit PROVOST.up your appointment, go in your place: if the Duke. The band that hath made your fair, encounter acknowledge itself hereafter, it may hath made you good: the goodness, that is compel him to her recompense: and here, by cheap in beauty, makes beauty brief in good-this, is your brother saved, your honour unness; but grace, being the soul of your com- tainted, the poor Mariana advantaged, and the plexion, should keep the body of it ever fair.corrupt deputy scaled. The maid will I frame, The assault, that Angelo hath made to you, and make fit for his attempt. If you think well fortune hath convey'd my understanding; to carry this as you may, the doubleness of the and, but that frailty hath examples for his fall- benefit defends the deceit from reproof. What ing, I should wonder at Angelo. How would think you of it? you do to content this substitute, and to save your brother ?


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. Hold you there: Farewell.


Re-enter PROVOST.

Isab. I am now going to resolve him: I had rather my brother die by the law, than my son should be unlawfully born. But oh! how much is the good duke deceived in Angelo! If ever he return, and I can speak to him, I will open my lips in vain, or discover his government.

Duke. That shall not be much amiss: Yet, as the matter now stands, he will avoid your aceusation; he made trial of you only. There-quickly. fore, fasten your ear on my advisings; to the love I have in doing good, a remedy presents itself. I do make myself believe, that you may most uprighteously do a poor wronged lady a merited benetit; redeem your brother from the angry law; do no stain to your own gracious person; and much please the absent duke, if, peradventure, he shall ever return to have hear ing of this business.

Isab. Let me hear you speak further; I have spirit to do any thing that appears not foal in the truth of my spirit.

Duke. Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful. Have you not heard speak of Mariana the sister of Frederick, the great soldier, who miscarried at sea?

Isab. I have heard of the lady, and good words went with her name.

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Isab. The image of it gives me content already; and, I trust, it will grow to a most pro3perous perfection.

• Continue in that resolution.

Duke. Her should this Angelo have married; was affianced to her by oath, and the nuptial appointed: between which time of the contract, and limit of the solemnity, her brother Frederick was wrecked at sea, having in that perish'd vessel the dowry of his sister. But mark, how heavily this befel to the poor gentlewoman: there she lost a noble and renowned brother, in his love toward her ever most kind and natural; with him the portion and sinew of her fortune, her marriage-dowry; with both, ber combinate + husband, this well-seeming Angelo.

Isab. Can this be so? Did Angelo so leave her?

Duke. Left her in her tears, and dry'd not one of them with his comfort; swallowed his vows whole, pretending, in her, discoveries of dishonour: in few, bestowed her on her own lamentation, which she yet wears for his sake; and be, a marble to her tears, is washed with them, but releuts not.

Duke. It lies much in your holding np: Haste you speedily to Angelo; if for this night he entreat you to his bed, give him promise of satisfaction. I will presently to St. Luke's; there, at the inoated grange, resides this dejected Mariana: At that place call upon me and despatch with Angelo, that it may be

Gave her up to her sorrows.

Isab. I thank you for this comfort: Fare you [Exeunt secera'!y. well, good father. SCENE II.-The Street before the Prison. Enter DUKE, as a Friar; to him ELBOW, CLOWN, and Officers.

Elb. Nay, if there be no remedy for it, but that you will needs buy and sell men and women like beasts, we shall have all the world drink brown and white bastard. §

Isab. What a merit were it in death, to take this poor maid from the world! What corrup

Duke. O heavens! what stuff is here? Clo. 'Twas never merry world, since, of two usuries, the merriest was put down, and the worser allow'd by order of law a furr'd gown to keep him warm; and furr'd with fox and lambskins too, to signify, that craft, being richer than innocency, stands for the facing.

Elb. Come your way, Sir:-Bless you, good father friar.

Duke. And you, good brother father: What offence hath this man made you, Sir!

Elb. Marry, Sir, he hath offended the law; and, Sir, we take him to be a thief too, Sir; for we have found upon him, Sir, a strange pick-lock, which we have sent to the deputy.

Duke. Fie, sirrah; a bawd, a wicked bawd !
The evil that thon causest to be done,
That is thy means to live: Do thou but think
What 'tis to cram a maw, or clothe a back,
From such a filthy vice: say to thyself,-
From their abominable and beastly touches
drink, I eat, array myself, and live.
Canst thou believe thy living is a life,
So stinkingly depending? Go, mend go, mend.
Clo. Indeed, it does stink in some sort, Sir;
but yet, Sir, I would prove---

Duke. Nay, if the devil have given thee proofs
for sin,

Thou wilt prove his. Take him to prison, officer;

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Enter Lucio.


Elb. His neck will come to your waist, a wa Curd, Sir.


Clo. I spy comfort; I cry bail: Here's a gen- tha tleman, and a friend of mine.

Lucio. How now, noble Pompey? What, at ap: the heels of Cæsar? Art thou led in triumph? What, is there none of Pygmalion's images, hir newly made woman, to be had now, for putting aw the band in the pocket and extracting it clutch'd? is What reply! Ha! What say'st thou to this har tune, matter, and method? is't not drown'd be i'the last rain? Ha? What say'st thou, trot? Is He the world as it was, man? Which is the way? ser Is it sad, and few words? Or how? The trick of it?

Duke. Still thus, and thus I still worse!

Lucio. How doth my dear morsel, thy mistress! Procures she still ? Ha?

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Lucio. Why 'tis not amis, Pompey: Fare-felle well: Go; say, I sent thee thither. For debt, caus Pompey? Or how?






Elb. For being a bawd, for being a bawd.

Lucio. Well, then imprison him: If imprison-lock ment be the due of a bawd, why, 'tis his right: can Bawd is he, doubtless, and of antiquity too; subj bawd-born. Farewell, good Pompey : ComBend me to the prison, Pompey: You will turn good busband now, Pompey; you will keep the house. 1



Clo. I hope, Sir, your good worship will be my bail.

Lucio. No, indeed, will I not, Pompey; it is rante not the wear. I will pray, Pompey, to increase Let your bondage: if you take it not patiently, why, forth your mettle is the more: Adien, trusty Pompey. schol -Bless you, friar.


Duke. And you.

Lucio. Does Bridget paint still, Pompey ?

Lucio. A little more leuity to lechery would do no harm in him: something to crabbed that way, friar.

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Elb. Come your ways, Sir; come.
Clo. You will not bail me, then, Sir?
Lucio. Then, Pompey? nor now.-What news
abroad, friar? What news?

Elb. Come your ways, Sir; come.
Lucio. Go,-to kennel, Pompey, go:

[Exeunt ELBOW, CLOWN, and Officers, What news, friar, of the dake ?

Duke. I know none: Can you tell me of any? Lucio. Some say, he is with the emperor of Russia; other some, he is in Rome: But where is he, think you?

Duke. I know not where: But wheresoever, I wish him well.

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Lucio. Why? for filling a bottle with a tandish. lingly humbles himself to the determination of I would, the duke, we talk of, were return'd justice: yet had be framed to himself, by the again: this ungenitur'd agent will unpeople the instruction of his frailty, many deceiving proprovince with continency; sparrows must not mises of life; which 1, by my good leisure, have build in bis house-eaves, because they are lecher-discredited to him, and now he is resolved to ous. The duke yet would have dark deeds darkly answer'd; he would never bring them to light: would he were return'd! Marry, this Claudio is condemn'd for untrussing. Farewell, good friar; I pr'ythee, pray for me. The duke, I say to thee again, would eat mutton on Fridays. He's now past it; yet, and I say to thee, he would mouth with a beggar, though she smelt brown bread Farewell. and garlic say, that I said so.


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Duke. No might nor greatness in mortality Cau censure 'scape; back-wounding calumny The whitest virtue strikes: What king so strong, Can tie the gall up in the slanderous tongue ? But who comes here?

Escal. You have paid the heavens your func. tion, and the prisoner the very debt of your calling. I have labour'd for the poor gentleman, to the extremest shore of my modesty; but my brother justice have I found so severe, that he hath forced me to tell him, he is indeed-justice.


Enter ESCALUS, PROVOST, BAWD, and Officers.
Escal. Go, away with her to prison.
Bawd. Good my lord, be good to me; your
honour is accounted a merciful man: good my


Duke. If his own life answer the straitness of his proceeding, it shall become him well; wherein, if he chance to fail, he hath sentenced bimself.

Escal. I am going to visit the prisoner: Fare you well.

Duke. Peace be with you!

Escal. Double and treble admonition, and still forfeit in the same kind? This would make mercy swear, and play the tyrant.

Prov. A bawd of eleven years' continuance, may it please your honour.

[Exeunt ESCALUS and PROVOST. He, who the sword of heaven will bear, Should be as holy as severe ; Pattern in himself to know, Grace to stand, and virtue go; More nor less to others paying, Than by self-offences weighing, Shame to him, whose cruel striking Kills for faults of his own liking! Twice treble shame on Angelo, To weed my vice, and let his grow! Bawd. My lord, this is one Lucio's informa-Oh! what may man within him hide, tion against me: mistress Kate Keep-down was Though angel on the outward side! with child by him in the duke's time, he pro-How may likeness, made in crimes, mised her marriage; his child is a year and a Making practice on the times, quarter old, come Philip and Jacob: I have kept Draw with idle spiders' strings X myself; and see how he goes about to abuse Most pond'rous and substantial things! Craft against vice I must apply: Escal. That fellow is a fellow of much li- With Angelo to-night shall lie cence-let him be called before us.-Away His old betrothed, but despis'd; with her to prison: Go to; no more words. So disguise shall, by the disguis'd, [Exeunt BAWD and Officers.] Provost, my bro-Pay with falsehood false exacting, ther Angelo will not be alter'd, Claudio must die Aud perform an old contracting. to-morrow: let him be furnished with divines, and have all charitable preparation: if my brother wrought by my pity, it should not be so with



Prov. So please you, this friar hath been with bim, and advised him for the entertainment of death.

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SCENE 1.-A Room in MARIANA's House.
MARIANA discovered sitting; a BOY singing.
Take, oh take those lips away,

That so sweetly were forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:
But my kisses bring again,

Escal. Good even, good father.

Duke. Bliss and goodness on you!

Escal. Of whence are you?

Duke. Not of this country, though my chance
is now

To use it for my time: I am a brother
Of gracious order, late come from the see,
In special business from his holiness.

Escul. What news abroad i'the world?

Duke. None, but that there is so great a fever ou goodness, that the dissolution of it must care it: novelty is only in request; and it is as dangerous to be aged in any kind of course, as it is virtuous to be constant in any undertaking. There is scarce truth enough alive, to make so. cieties secure; but security enough, to make fellowships accurs'd: much upon this riddle runs the wisdom of the world. This news is old enough, yet it is every day's news. I pray you, Sir, of what disposition was the duke?

Escal. One, that, above ali other strifes, contended especially to know himself.

Duke. What pleasure was be given to?

Escal. Rather rejoicing to see another merry, than merry at any thing which profess'd to make him rejoice: a gentleman of all temperance. But leave we him to his events, with a prayer they may prove prosperous; and let me desire to know how you find Claudio prepared. I am me here to-day? much upon this time have I promade to understand, that you have lent him visi-mis'd here to meet. Mari. You have not been inquired after: 1 Duke. He professes to have received no si.have sat bere all day. Bister measure from his judge, but most wil


• Satisfied.

• Have a wench.

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bring again,
Seals of love, but seal'd in vain,
seal'd in vain.
Mari. Break off thy song, and haste thee quick

Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice
Hath often still'd my brawling discontent.-
[Exit Boy.

Enter DUKE.

I cry you mercy, Sir; and well could wish
You had not found me here so musical:
Let me excuse me, and believe me so,-
My mirth it much displeas'd, but pleas'd my


Duke. 'Tis good: thongh music oft hath such a charm,

To make bad good, and good provoke to harm. pray you, tell me, hath any body inquired for

* Trained.

+ Appearance.

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