Enter ISABELLA,

Isab. What, ho! Peace here; grace and good

company! 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. sab. My business is a word or two with Claudio. Prov. And very welcome. Look, signior, here's

pour sister. uke. Provost, a word with

you. 00. As many as you please. ke. Bring them to speak where I may be con

cealid, ar thein.

[Exeunt Duke and Provost. d. Now, sister what's the comfort ? Why, as all comforts are : most good in

deed : ngelo, having affairs to heaven, you

for his swift embassador, ou shall be an everlasting leiger: rè your best appointment make with speed;

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If you'll implore it, that will free your life
But fetter you till death.
“ Claud. Perpetual durance

70 “ Isab. Ay; just, perpetual durance;, a restraint, :) “Though all the world's vastidity you had, “ To a deterinin'd scope."

Claud. 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 you naked.

Claud. Let me know the point.

Isab. Oh, I do fear thee, Claudio : and I quake,
Lest thou a feverous life shoul'dst entertain, 80
And six or seven winters, inore 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.

Claud. Why give you me this shame ?
Think you I can a resolution fetch
From flowery tenderness; If I inyst die,
I will encounter darkness as a bride;
And hug it in inine arms,

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

grave Did utter forth a voice ! Yes, thou must die : Thou art too noble to conzerve a life In base appliances. This outward-sainted deputy, " Whose settled visage and deliberate word

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Ow you set on.
Is there no remedy?
one, but such remedy, as, to save a head,
a heart in twain.
But is there any?
s, brother, you may live;
devilish mercy in the judge,

If !

“ Nips

Nips youth i' the head, and follies doth enimew, As faulcon doth the fowl, "-is yet a devil; His filth within being cast, he would appear A pond as deep as hell."

100 Claud. The princely Angelo ?" sab. Oh, 'tis the cunning livery of hell

, Che damned'st body to invest and cover n princely guards !". Dost thou think; Claudio,

would yield him my virginity, u might'st be freed? ud. Oh, heavens ! it cannot be. 4. Yes, he would give it thee, for this rank of

fence, offend him still: This night's the time should do what I abhor to name, thou dy'st to-morrow, !. Thou shall not do't. Oh, were it but my life, w it down for your deliverance ily as a pin,

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Isab. What says my brother?
Claud. Death is a fearful thing.
Isab. And shamed life a hateful.

Claud. Ay, but to die, and go we not where;
To lye in cold obstruction, and to rot;

130 This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit. : To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice; uit To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendant world; or to bę worse than worst Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine howling!-'tis too horrible! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, 140 That age, ach, penury, and imprisonment Cap lay on nature, is a paradise. To what we fear of death.

Isab. Alas! alas!

Claud, 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.

beast!" Oh, faithless coward ! Oh, dishonest wretch!,

150 Wilt thou be made a mang 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! Fiii

For

Isab. "

Oh, you

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Thanks, dear Isabel. le ready, Claudio, for your death to-morrow, Yes.--Has he affections in hiin,

can make him bite the law-by the nose? vould force it, sure it is no sin; leadly seven it is the least. sich is the least? it were danınable, lie, being so wise, he for the momentary trick

Isab

ly find? Oh Isabel!