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Of palsy'd Eld; and when thou'rt old and rich,
Claud. I humbly thank you.
, Yet hear them.
[Exeunt Duke and Provost. Claud. Now, fifter, what's the comfort ?
Ifab. Why, as all comforts are; most good in deed :
Claud. Is there no remedy?
C.cud. But is there any?
1/ab. Yes; brother, you may live:
Cloud. Perpetual durance?
Tho' all the world's vaftidity you had,
Claud. But in what naturé ?
Ifab. In such a one, as you, consenting to't, Would bark your honour from that trunk you bear, : And leave
Isab. Oh, I do fear thee, Claudio ; and I quake,
Claud. Why give you me this shame?
you, I can a resolution fetch From flow'ry tenderness ? if I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, And hug it in mine arms.
Isab. There spake my brother; there my father's grave.
Claud. The princely Angelo ?
Claud. Oh, heavens ! it cannot be.
Isab.Yes, he would give't thee; from this rank offence. So to offend him ftill. This night's the time That I should do what I abhor to name, Or else thou dy'lt to.morrow.
Claud. Thou Malt not do't. Ijab. Oh, were it but
Claud. Thanks, dearest Isabe?.
Isab. Which is the least ?
Claud. If it were damnable, be being so wise,
Isab. What says my brother?
Claud. Ay, but.co dię, and go we know.not where:
The weariest and most loathed worldly life, (16) That age, ach, penury, imprisonment of Ciuudio, from the ancipathy we have to death, seems very little
(16) Tbe weariefi, ard moft luarbed worldly life.] This natural fear varies from that infamous with of Meezenas recorded, ie the one Epifle of Seneca.
Debilm, f.cito mand
Mr. I urtaristan
Can lay on nature, is a paradise
Ijab. Alas! alas !
Claud. Sweet fifter, 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.
Isab. Oh you bealt! Oh faithless coward ! oh diffioneft wretch! Wilt thou be made a man, out of my vice? Is't not a kind of incest, to take life From thine own sister's shame? what should I think?: Heav'n grant, my mother play'd my father fair :: For such a warped ftip of wilderness Ne'er issu'd from his blood. Take my defiance, Die, perih! might my only bending down Repričve thee from thy fate, it should proceed. I'll pray a thousand prayers for thy death; No word to save thee.
Claud. Nay, hear me, Isabel.
Isab. Oh, fy, fy, fy!
To, them, Enter. Duke and Proyoft.
will! Duke. Might you dispense with your leisure, I would, by and boy have some speech with you: the-fatisfaction I would require, is likewise your own benefit.
Isab. I have no fuperfiuous leisure; my ttay must be folen out of other affairs: but I will attend you a while.
Duke. Son, I have over-heard what hath pait between you and your fifter. Angelo had never the purpose to corrupt her ; only he hath irado an affay of her virtue, to practise his, judgment with the disposition of Aatures. She, having the truth of honour in her, hath made him that gracious denial, which he is moft glad
to receive : I am Confessor to Angelo, and I know this to be true; therefore prepare yourself to death. Do not satisfy your resolution with hopes that are fallible; to-morrow you must die ; go to your knees, and make ready.
Claud. Let me ak my fifter pardon ; I am so out of love with life, that I will sue to be rid of it. [Exit Claud.
Duke. Hold you there; farewel. Provost, a word Prov. What's your will, father?
Duke. That now you are come, you will be gone; leave me a while with the maid: my mind promises with my habit, no loss shall touch her by my company. Prov. In good time.
[Exit Prov. Duke. The hand, that hath made you fair, hath made you good; the goodness that is cheap in beauty, makes beauty brief in goodness; but grace, being the foul of your complection, Ihall keep the body of it ever' fair. The assault, that Angelo hath made to you, fortune hath convey'd to my understanding; and but that frailty hath examples for his falling, I should wonder at Angelo : how will you do to content this substitute, and to save your brother?
Isab. I am now going to resolve him: I had rather my brother die by the law, than my son should be unlawfully born. But, oh, how much is the good Duke deceiv'd in Angelo ? if ever he return, and I can speak to him, I will open my lips in vain, or discover his government.
Duke. That shall not be much amiss; yet as the matter now stands, he will avoid your accusation ; he made trial of you only. Therefore faften your ear on my advisings : to the love I have in doing good, a remedy presents itself. I do make myself believe, that you may most uprightly do a poor wronged Lady a merited benefit; redeem your brother from the angry law; do no ftain to your own gracious person ; and much please the absent Duke, if, peradventure, he thall ever return to have hearing of this business. Isab. Let me hear you speak farther; I have spirit