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« Fust. I humbly thank you.

Escal. It grieves me for the death of Claudio; " But there's no remedy.

Just. Lord Angelo is severe.

Escal. It is but needful : “ Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so;

290 « Pardon is still the nurse of second woe : “ But yet, -Poor Claudio!--There's no remedy. " Come, sir.

[Exeunt.

" SCENE II.

6 Angelo's house.

Enter Provost, and a Servant.

Serv. He's hearing of a cause ; he will come

straight : " I'll tell him of you.

Prov. Pray you, do. [Exit Servant] I'll know “ His pleasure ; may be, he will relent: Alas, * Hè hatli but as offended in a dream ! « All sects, all ages smack of this vice; and he * To die for it.

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6. Enter ANGELO.

Ang. Now, what's the matter, provost :”.
Prov. Is it your will Claudio should die to-morrow?
Ang. Did I not tell thee, yea? hadst thou not

order?
Why dost thou ask again ?

Prou.

MEASURE FOR MEASURE.

rust. I humbly thank you. scal. It grieves me for the death of Claudio; there's no remedy. ust. Lord Angelo is severe. scal. It is but needful: cy is not itself, that oft looks so; ion is still the nurse of second woé : yet, Poor Claudio!There's no remedy.

Exeunt.

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le, sir,

Prov. Lest I inight be too rash:
Under your good correction, I have seen,
When, after execution, judgment hath
Repented o'er his doom.

Ang. Go to; let that be mine:
Do you your office, or give up your place, 310
And you shall well be spar'd.

Prov. I crave your honour's pardon.--
What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet?
She's very near her hour.

Ang. Dispose of her
To some more fitting place; and that with speed.

[Re-enter Servant, ]
Serv. Here is the sister of the man condemn'd,
Desires access to you.

Ang. Hath he a sister ?

Prov. Ay, my good lord; a very virtuous maid, And to be shortly of a sister-hood,

321 If not already.

Ang. Well, let her be admitted. [Exit Servant. * See you, the fornicatress be remov'd; * Let her have needful, but not lavish means; • There shall be order for it."

" SCENE II.

GELO's house. Enter Provost, and a Servant.

v. He's hearing of a cause; he will come straight :

I him of you.

v. Pray you, do. [Exit Servant] I'll know easure ; may be, he will relent: Alas, th but as offended in a dream !

all ages smack of this vice; and he for it

300 .66 Enter ANGELO.

Ets,

Enter Lucio and ISABELLA.

Prov. Save your honour!" Ang. Stay yet a while."-- [To ISAB..] You are welcome :: :: What's your will?

Isab,

Now, what's the matter, provost ". sit your will Claudio should die to-morrow? id I not tell thee, yea? hadst thou not rder? thou ask again ?

Provo

Isab. I am a woeful suitor to your honour, Please but your honour hear me.

330 Ang. Well; what's your suit ?

Isab. There is a vice, that most I do abhor,
And most desire should meet the blow of justice;
For which I would not plead, but that I must;
For which I must not plead, but that I am
At war, 'twixt will, and will not.

Ang. Well; the matter?

Isab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die:
I do beseech you, let it be his fault,
And not my brother.

340 Prov. Heaven give thee moving graces!

Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it!
Why, every fault's condemn'd, ere it be done :
Mine were the very cypher of a function,
To find the faults, whose fine stands in record;
And let go by the actor.

Isab. O just, but severe law!
I had a brother then.--Heaven keep your honour.
Lucio. [To ISAB.] Giv't not o'er so: to him again,

intreat him ;
Kneel down before him; hang upon his

gown;

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You are too cold: if you should need a pin,
You could not with more tame a tongue desire it:
To him I say,

Isab. Must he needs die ?
Ang. Maiden, no remedy.

Isab. Yes; I do think that you might pardon him,
And neither heaven, nor man, grieve at the mercy.

Ang.

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Isab. I am a woeful suitor to your honour, 'lease but your honour hear me.

330 Ang. Well; what's your

suit? Isab. There is a vice, that most I do abhor, nd most desire should meet the blow of justice; ir which I would not plead, but that I must; r which I must not plead, but that I am war, 'twixt will, and will not. Ing. Well; the matter? ab. I have a brother is condemn’d to die: beseech you, let it be his fault, not my brother.

340 ov. Heaven give thee moving graces! 5. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it! , every fault's condemn'd, ere it be done: were

the

very cypher of a function, d the faults, whose fine stands in record; it go by the actor. O just, but severe law ! brother then.Heaven keep your honour.

[ To ISAB.] Giv't not o'er so: to him again, intreat him; own before him; hang upon his gown; 350 too cold: if you should need a pin, ld not with more tame a tongue desire it:

say, lust he needs die? laiden, no remedy. 2s; I do think that you might pardon him, er heaven, nor man, grieve at the mercy.

Ang.

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Ang. I will not do't.
Isab. But can you,

if
you
would?

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Ang. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do.
Isab. But might you do't, and do the world no

wrong, If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse As mine is to him?

Ang. He's sentenc'd ; 'tis too late. Lucio, You are too cold. [To ISABELLA."

Isab. Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a word, May call it back again : Well, believe this, No ceremony that to great ones ’longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword; The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, 370 Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does. If he had beer as you, and you as he, You would have slipt, like him ; but he, like you, Would not have been so stern.

Ang. Pray you, be gone.

Isab. I would to heaven I had your potency, And you were Isabel ! should it then be thus ?

I would tell what 'twere to be a judge, And what a prisoner.

Lucio. [Aside. ] Ay, touch him: there's the vein.

Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law,
And

you but waste your words.
Isab. Alas! alas !
Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once;
And He that might the vantage best have took,

Found

No;

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Found out the remedy: How would you be,
If he, which is the top of judgment, should
But judge you, as you are ? Oh, think on that,
And mercy then will breathe within your lips,
Like man new made.

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Ang. Be you content, fair maid :
It is the law, not I, condemns your brother :
Were he my kinsinan, brother, or my son,
It should be thus with him;-he inust die to-morrow.
Isab. To-morrow? Oh, that's sudden! Spare him,
spare
him

; “ He's not prepar'd for death! Even for our kitchens “ We kill the fowl, of season; shall we serve heaven ." With less respect than we do minister " To our gross selves?" Good, good my lord, bethink you:

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Who is it that hath died for this offence ?
There's many have committed it.

Lucio. Ay, well said.
Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it hath

slept:
Those many had not dar'd to do that evil,
If the first man, that did the edict infringe,
Had answer'd for his deed : now, 'tis awake;
“ Takes note of what is done; and, like a prophet,
“ Looks in a glass that shews what future evils,
“ (Either now, or by remissness new-conceiv'd, 410
“ And so in progress to be hatch'd and born)
« Arę now to have no successive degrees,
“ But, ere they live, to end."

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