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MEASURE FOR MEASURI:
And rather prov'd the sliding of your brother
Isab. O pardon me my lord; it oft falls out, 680
in the loss of question) that you, his sister,
houses : lawful mercy
I something do excuse the thing I hate,
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 them.
selyes; Which are as easy broke as they make forms. “Women!--Help heaven! men their creation mar
profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times
Ang. I think it well :
Let me intreat you speak the former language.
Ang. Plainly conceive, I love you.
Isab. My brother did love Juliet;
me, that he shall die for it.
Isab. I know, your virtue hath a licence in't, 710
Ang. Believe me, on mine honour,
Isab. Ha! little honour to be much believed,
shall stifle in your own report,
me intreat you speak the former language. Ing. Plainly conceive, I love you. ab. My brother did love Juliet; | you tell me, that he shall die for it. ig. He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love. 16. I know, your virtue hath a licence in't, 710 ch seems a little fouler than it is, luck on others. 5. Believe me, on mine honour, 'ords express my purpose. · Ha! little honour to be much believed, nost pernicious purpose !" Seeming, seem
ing!"roclaim thee, Angelo; look, for't: e a present pardon for my brother, h an out-stretch'd throat, I'll tell the world what man thou art.
720 Who will believe thee, Isabel ? bil'd name, the austereness of
life, h against you, and my place i'the state, our accusation over-weigh,
shall stifle in your own report, 1 of calumny. I have begun; I give my sensual race the rein; nsent to my sharp appetite; nicety, and prolixious blushes, ih what they sue for ; redeem thy brother ; up thy body to my will; nust not only die the death, kindness shall his death draw out
To lingering sufferance: answer me to-morrow,
prove a tyrant to him : As for you,
[Exit. Isab. To whom should I complain? Did I tell
this, Who would believe me? O perilous mouths, That bear in them one and the self-same tongue, 740 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 blood, Yet hath he in him such a mind 'of honour, That had he twenty heads to tender down' 747 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.
ACT III. SCENE 1.'
The Prison. Enter Duke, CLAUDIO, and Provosta
So, then you hope of pardon from lord 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 of
life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with
life, If I do lose thee, I đo lose a thing, That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art; Servile to all the skiey influences That do this habitation, where thou keep'st,
io Hourly afflict: merely, thou art death's fool ; For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shur, And yet runnest 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 thyself;
ACT III. SCENE 1.
Prison. Enter Duke, CĽAUDIO, and Provosti
" For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains
6. Thou art 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 thy own bowels, which do call thee sire, The mere effusion of thy proper loins, ,
30 Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum, For ending thee no sooner: Thou hast nor youth,
nor age ;
then you hope of pardon from lord Angelo?
runnest toward him still : Thou art not
16 Thou art not
But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep,
43 Claud. I humbly thank you. To sue to live, I find, I seek to die ; And, seeking death, fịnd life: Let it come on,