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MEASURE FOR MEASURI:

And rather prov'd the sliding of your brother
A merriment than a vice.

Isab. O pardon me my lord; it oft falls out, 680
To have what we would have, we speak not what we

mean:

Isab. True.
Ang. Admit no other way to save his life, 630
s I subscribe not that, nor any other,

in the loss of question) that you, his sister,
ring yourself desir'd of such a person,
ose credit with the judge, or own great place,
Id fetch your brother from the manacles
the all-binding law; and that there were
-zrthly mean to save him, but that either
must lay down the treasures of your body
is supposed, or else let him suffer;
would

you

do ?
. As much for my poor brother, as myself :
s, were I under the terms of death,
ipression of keen whips I'd wear as rubies,
rip myself to death, as to a bed
nging I have been sick for, ere I'd yield
y up to shame.
Then must your brother die,
And 'twere the cheaper way:
were, a brother dy'd at once,
t a sister, by redeeming him,
je for ever.
Vere not you then as cruel as the sentence
have slander'd so?
nominy in ransoin, and free pardon,

houses : lawful mercy
kin to foul redemption.
u seemd of late to make the law a tyrant ;

And

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 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

frail';"
For we are as 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.

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By all external warrants) shew it now,
By putting on the destin'd livery.
Isab. I have no tongue but one : gentle my lord,

Let

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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, 710
Which seems a 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 believed,
And most pernicious purpose !" Seeming, seem-

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

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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 over-weigh,
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 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

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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

my

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

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 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.

[Exit.

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ACT

ACT III. SCENE 1.'

The Prison. Enter Duke, CLAUDIO, and Provosta

Duke.

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;

(s For

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ACT III. SCENE 1.

Prison. Enter Duke, CĽAUDIO, and Provosti

Duke.

" 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, forgetost :

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?
Id. The miserable have no other medicine,
ly hope :
hope to live, and am prepar'd to die.
.. Be absolute for death ; either death of

life,
hereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with

life,
lose thee, I do lose a thing,
ne but fools would keep: a breath thou art,"
co all the skiey influences
this habitation, where thou keep'st,

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itflict: merely, thou art death's fool;
thou labour'st by thy flight to shun,

runnest toward him still : Thou art not
noble;
e accommodations, that thou bearošt,
d by baseness : Thou art by no meang
aliant;
lost fear the soft and tender fork
worm: Thy best of rest is sleep,
liou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st
, which is no more,

16 Thou art not

But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep,
Dreaming on both: for all thy blessed youth
Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms
"Of palsied eld ;” and when thou art old, and

rich,
Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty
To make thy riches pleasant. , What's yet in this,
That bears the name of life? Yet in this life
Lye hid more thousand deaths : yet death we fear,
That makes these odds all even.

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,

Enter

yself;

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