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I humbly thank you.
To sue to live, I find, I seek to die;
And, seeking death, find life : Let it come on.

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Enter Is A BELLA.
Isab. What, ho! Peace here; grace and good

Prov. 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 Claudio.
Prov. And very welcome. Look, signior, here's

your sister.

Duke. Provost, a word with you

As many as you please.
Duke. Bring them to speak, where I may

be conceal'd, Yet hear them.

[E.reunt Duke and Provost. Claud.

Now, sister, what's the comfort?
Isab. Why, as all comforts are ; most good in deed :
Lord Angelo, having affairs to heaven,


for his swift embassador,
Where you shall be an everlasting leiger :'
Therefore your best appointment make with speed;
To-morrow you set on.

Is there no remedy?
Isab. None, but such remedy, as to save a head,
To cleave a heart in twain.

But is there any?
Isab. Yes, brother, you may live;

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

Perpetual durance?
Isab. Ay, just, perpetual durance; a restraint,
Though all the world's vastidity 3 you had,
To a determip'd scope. ·

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


naked. Claud.

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
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.

Why giye you me this shame? Think


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

grave 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

3 Vastness of extent.

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Nips youth i'the head, and follies doth enmew,4
As falcon doth the fowl,—is yet a devil;
His filth within being cast, he would appear
A pond as deep as hell.

The princely Angelo?
Isab. O, 'tis the cunning livery of hell,
The damned'st body to invest and cover
In princely guards !5. Dost thou think, Claudio,
If I would yield him my virginity,
Thou might'st be freed?

O, heavens! it cannot be.
Isab. Yes, he would give it thee, from this rank

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.

Thou shalt not do't.
Isab. O, were it but

my I'd throw it down for


As frankly as a pin.

Thanks, dear Isabel.
Isab. Be ready, Claudio, for your death to-morrow.

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

Isab. Which is the least?

Claud. If it were damnable, he, being so wise,
Why, would he for the momentary trick
Be perdurably 7 fin'd? - Isabel !

Isab. What says my brother?


4 Shut up

5 Laced robes.

6 Freely.

7 Lastingly.


Death is a fearful thing. Isab. And shamed life a hateful.

Claud. Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;
To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot;
This sensible warm motion to become
A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice;
To be imprison'd in the viewless winds,
And blown with restless violence round about
The pendent world; or to be worse than worst
Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts
Imagine howling !-'tis too horrible!
The weariest and most loathed worldly life,
That age, ach, penury, and imprisonment
Can lay on nature, is a paradise
To what we fear of death.

Isab. Alas! alas!

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.

O, you beast!.
O, faithless coward! O, dishonest wretch !
Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice?
Is't not a kind of incest, to take life
From thine own sister's shame? What should I think?
Heaven shield, my mother play'd my father fair!
For such a warped slip of wilderness 9
Ne'er issu'd from his blood. Take my defiance:'
Die; perish! might but my bending down



9 Wildness.

I Refusal.

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Reprieve thee from thy fate, it should proceed :
I'll pray a thousand prayers for thy death,
No word to save thee.

Claud, Nay, Hear me, Isabel.

O, fye, fye, fye!
Thy sin's 'not accidental, but a trade : 2
Mercy to thee would prove itself a bawd:
'Tis best that thou diest quickly.

[Going. Claud.

O hear me, Isabella.

Re-enter Duke. Duke. Vouchsafe a word, young sister, but one word

Isab. What is your will ?

Duke. Might you dispense with your leisure, I would by and by have some speech with you : the satisfaction I would require, is likewise your own benefit.

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

Duke. (To CLAUDIO, aside.] Son, I have overheard what hath past between you and your sister. Angelo had never the purpose to corrupt her; only he hath made an essay of her virtue, to practise his judgment with the disposition of natures: she, having the truth of honour in her, hath made him that gracious denial 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 fallible : to

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