Shall I attend your lordship? Isab. Save your honour! Ang. [Exeunt Lucio, ISABELLA, and Provost. From thee; even from thy virtue !— What's this? what's this? Is this her fault, or mine? 500 Not she; nor doth she tempt: but it is I, Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary, When judges steal themselves. What? do I love her, And feast upon her eyes s? What is't I dream on? With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous Is that temptation, that doth goad us on To sin in loving virtue: never could the strumpet, Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid When men were fond, I smil'd, and wonder'd how [Exit SCENE III-A room in a prison. Enter Duke, habited like a Friar, and Provost Duke. Hail to you, provost! so, I think you are Prov. I am the provost: What's your will, good friar? Duke. Bound by my charity, and my bless'd order, I come to visit the afflicted spirits Here in the prison: do me the common right Prov. I would do more than that, if more were needful. Enter JULIET. Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine, Than die for this. Duke. When must he die? Prov. As I do think, to-morrow. - I have provided for you; stay a while, [TO JULIET Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry Juliet. I do; and bear the shame most patiently. Duke. I'll teach you how you shall arraign your conscience, And try your penitence, if it be sound, Or hollowly put on. Juliet. I'll gladly learn. Duke. Love you the man that wrong'd you? Juliet. Yes, as I love the woman that wrong'd him Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act Was mutually committed? Duke. Then was your sin of heavier kind than his Juliet. I do confess it, and repent it, father. Duke. "Tis meet so, daughter: But lest you do repent, As that the sin hath brought you to this shame,Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not heaven; Showing, we'd not spare heaven, as we love it, But as we stand in fear,— Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil; And take the shame with joy. Duke. There rest. Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow, [Exit. Juliet. Must die to-morrow! O, injurious love, That respites me a life, whose very comfort Is still a dying horror! Prov. 'Tis pity of him. [Exeunt SCENE IV.-A room in Angelo's house. Enter ANGELO. Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and pray To several subjects: heaven hath my empty words; And in my heart, the strong and swelling evil Grown fear'd and tedious; yea, my gravity, ▷ Wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride, Could I, with boot, change for an idle plume, Why does my blood thus muster to my heart; And dispossessing all the other parts Of necessary fitness? So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons; Enter ISABELLA. How now, fair maid? Isab. I am come to know your pleasure. Ang. That you might know it, would much better please me, Than to demand what 'tis. Your brother cannot live Isab. Under your sentence? Ang. Yea. Isab. When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve, Longer, or shorter, he may be so fitted, That his soul sicken not. Ang. Ha! Fye, these filthy vices! It were as good To pardon him, that hath from nature stolen A man already made, as to remit Their sawcy sweetness, that do coin heaven's image, 56 In stamps that are forbid: 'tis all as easy Falsely to take away a life true made, As to put mettle` in restrained means, To make a false one. Isab. "Tis set down so in heaven, but not in earth. Isab. Sir, believe this, I had rather give my body than my soul. Isab. How say you? Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak لم ما |