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But yet, poor Claudio!there's no remedy.
Changes to Angelo's Houfe.
Serv. HE's hearing of a caufe, he will come straight:
Prov. Pray you do; I'll know
His pleasure; 't may be, he'll relent.
All fects, all ages fmack of this vice; and he
Ang. Now, what's the matter, Provost?
Prov. Is it your will, Claudio fhall die to morrow?
Prov. Left I might be too rash.
Ang. Go to; let that be mine.
Do you your office, or give up your place,
Prov. I crave your pardon.
What shall be done, Sir, with the groaning Juliet?
Ang. Difpofe of her
To fome more fitting place, and that with speed.
Ang. Hath he a fifter?
Prov. Ay, my good lord; a very virtuous maid,
Ang. Well, let her be admitted.
Enter Lucio and Isabella.
Prov, 'Save your honour.
come; what's your will? Ifab. I am a woful fuitor to your Honour, Please but your Honour hear me.
Ang. Well, what's your fuit?
Ifab. There is a vice that most I do abhor,
Ifab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die :
It is not clear why the Provoft is bidden to ftay, nor when he goes out.
[To Ifab.] Y'are wel
Prov. Heav'n give thee moving graces!
Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it?
Ifab. O juft, but severe law!
I had a brother then-heav'n keep your Honour!
haps it may be mended by read-
For which I must now plead, but
At war, 'twixt will and will
Yet and yet are almost undiftin,
Lucio. [To Ifab.] Give not o'er so: to him again, intreat him,
Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown;
Ifab. Muft he needs die?
Ang. Maiden, no remedy.
Ifab. Yes; I do think, that you might pardon him;
And neither heav'n, nor man, grieve at the mercy. Ang. I will not do't.
Ifab. But can you if you would?
Ang. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do.
If fo your heart were touch'd with that remorse,
Ang. He's fentenc'd; 'tis too late.
Lucio. You are too cold.
[To Ifabel. Ifab. 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 fword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half fo good a grace, As mercy does. If he had been as you, And you as he, you would have flipt like him; But he, like you, would not have been fo ftern. Ang. Pray you, be gone.
Ifab. I would to heav'n I had your potency, And you were Ifabel; fhould it then be thus ? No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge, And what a prifoner.
Lucio. [afide.] Ay, touch him; there's the vein. Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law, And you but waste your words.
Ifab. Alas! alas!
Why, all the fouls that were, were forfeit once;
Ang. Be you content, fair maid.
It is the law, not I, condemns your brother.
It fhould be thus with him he dies to-morrow.
Even for our kitchins shall we serve heav'n minister
To our grofs felves? good, good my lord, bethink
He's not prepar'd for death.
Who is it, that hath dy'd for this offence?
There's many have committed it.
Lucio. Ay, well faid.
Ang. The law hath not been dead, tho' it hath
Thofe many had not dar'd to do that evil,
And fo in progrefs to be hatch'd and born,
Ifab. Yet fhew fome pity. 1
Ang. I fhew it most of all, when I fhew juftice;
Your brother dies to-morrow; be content.
Ifab. So you must be the first, that gives this sen
Oh, 'tis excellent
And he, that fuffers.
Lucio. That's well faid.
Ifab. Could great men thunder
Would ufe his heav'n for thunder;
9 But ere they live to end.] This is very fagaciously fubftituted by Sir Thomas Hanmer for, but here they live.
Moft ignorant of what he's most affur'd,
-fhew fome pity.
I fhew justice;
myself fwayed to mercy, let me remember, that there is a mercy. likewife due to the Country.
2 As makes the angels weep ;] The notion of angels weeping for the fins of men is rabbinical.
Ob peccatum flentes angelos inducunt Hebræorum magifiri.Grotius ad Lucam.