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(As I subscribe not that, nor any other,
Isab. As much for my poor brother, as myself:
Then must your brother die.
have slander'd so?
Ang. You seem'd of late to make the law a tyrant;
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,
Ang. We are all frail.
Else let my brother die,
Nay, women are frail too, Isab. Ay, as the glasses where they view them
selves; Which are as easy broke as they make forms. Women!-Help heaven! men their creation mar In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times frail; For we are soft as our complexions are, 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;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 destin'd livery.
Isab. I have no tongue but one: gentle my lord, Let me intreat you speak the former language.
Ang. Plainly conceive, I love you.
Isab. My brother did love Juliet; and you tell me, That he shall die for it.
Ang. He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love.
Isab. I know, your virtue hath a licence in't, Which seems a little fouler than it is,
To pluck on others.
Believe me, on mine honour, My words express my purpose.
Isab. Ha! little honour to be much believ'd, And most pernicious purpose! Seeming, seeming! 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 world Aloud, what man thou art.' Ang.
Who will believe thee, Isabel ? My unsoild name, the austereness of my life, My vouch + against you, and my place i’the state, Will so your accusation overweigh, 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 prolixiouss 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 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 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!
Bidding the law make court'sy to their will;
SCENE I. A Room in the Prison. ,
Enter Duke, CLAUDIO, and Provost.
Duke. Be absolute for death; either death, or life,
For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun,
7 Affects, affections.
8 Leprous eruptions.
o Old age,