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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 ? Juliet.

Mutually. 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 re

pent,
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,
And I am going with instruction to him.-
Grace go with you! Benedicite !

(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 ;

s— But lest you do repent,] i. e. take care, lest you repent [not so much for your fault, as it is an evil,] as that the sin hath brought you to this shame.

Showing we'd not spare heaven,] i. e. spare to offend heaven. | There rest.] Keep yourself in this temper. :- 0, injurious love,) Probably should be law.

Whilst my invention", hearing not my tongue,
Anchors on Isabel : Heaven in my mouth,
As if I did but only chew his name;
And in my heart, the strong and swelling evil
Of my conception: The state, whereon I studied,
Is like a good thing, being often read,
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,
Which the air beats for vain". O place ! ( form !
How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit,
Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls
To thy false seeming! Blood, thou still art blood :
Let's write good angel on the devil's horn,
'Tis not the devil's crest?.

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Enter Servant.
How now, who's there?
Serv.

One Isabel, a sister,
Desires access to you.

Teach her the way. (Exit Serv. O heavens! Why does my blood thus muster to my heart ; Making both it unable for itself, And dispossessing all the other parts Of necessary fitness ?

Ang.

3 Whilst my invention,] i. e. imagination.
4 — with boot,] Boot is profit, advantage, gain.
5 Which the air beats for vain.) or vanity.
6 case,] for outside ; garb.
i Let's write good angel on the devil's horn,

'Tis not the devil's crest.] This whole passage, as it stands, appears to me to mean: 0 place! O form! though you wrench awe from fools, and tie even wiser souls to your false seeming, yet you make no alteration in the minds or constitutions of those who possess, or assume you. Though we should write good angel on the devil's horn, it will not change his nature, so as to give him a right to wear that crest. M. Mason.

So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons ;
Come all to help him, and so stop the air
By which he should revive: and even so
The general”, subject to a well-wish’d king
Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness
Croud to his presence, where their untaught love
Must needs appear offence.

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. Even so ?-Heaven keep your honour!

[Retiring. Ang. Yet may he live a while ; and it may be, As long as you, or I: yet he must die.

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,
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.

Ang. Say you so ? then I shall poze you quickly. Which had you rather, That the most just law

& The general,] i. e. generality. e — that hath from nature stolen, &c.] i. e. that hath killed a

man.

Now took your brother's life: or, to redeem him,
Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness,
As she that he hath stain'd ?
Isab.

Sir, believe this,
I had rather give my body than my soul'.

Ang. I talk not of your soul: Our compelld sins
Stand more for number than accompt.
Isab.

How say you?
Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak
Against the thing I say. Answer to this ;-
I, now the voice of the recorded law,
Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life:
Might there not be a charity in sin,
To save this brother's life?
Isab.

Please you to do't,
I'll take it as a peril to my soul,
It is no sin at all, but charity.

Ang. Pleas’d you to do't, at peril of your soul',
Were equal poize of sin and charity.

Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sin,
Heaven let me bear it! you granting of my suit,
If that be sin, I'll make it my morn prayer
To have it added to the faults of mine,
And nothing of your, answer.

Nay, but hear me:
Your senses pursue not mine: either you are ignorant,
Or seem so, craftily; and that's not good.

Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, But graciously to know I am no better.

I had rather give my body than my soul.] She means, I think, I had rather die, than forfeit my eternal happiness by the prostitution of my person. MALONE.

? Pleas'd you to do't, at peril, &c.] The reasoning is thus : Angelo asks, whether there might not be a charity in sin to save this brother? Isabella answers, that if Angelo will save him, she will stake her soul that it were charity, not sin. Angelo replies, that if Isabella would save him at the hazard of her soul, it would be not indeed no sin, but a sin to which the charity would be equivalent. JOHNSON.

Ang.

Ang. Thus wisilom wishes to appear most bright,
When it doth tax itself: as these black masks
Proclaim an enshield beauty : ten times louder
Than beauty could displayed. But mark me;
To be received plain, I'll speak more gross :
Your brother is to die.

Isab. So.

Ang. And his offence is so, as it appears Accountant to the law upon that pain *.

Isab. True.

Ang. Admit no other way to save his life,
(As I subscribe not that', nor any other,
But in the loss of question o,) that you, his sister,
Finding yourself desir'd of such a person,
Whose credit with the judge, or own great place,
Could fetch your brother from the manacles
Of the all-binding law; and that there were
No earthly mean to save him, but that either
You must lay down the treasures of your body
To this supposed, or else let him suffer t;
What would you do ?

Isab. As much for my poor brother, as myself:
That is, Were I under the terms of death,
The impression of keen whips I'd wear as rubies,
And strip myself to death, as to a bed
That longing I have been sick for, ere I'd yield
My body up to shame.
Ang.

Then must your brother die..
Isab. And ’t were the cheaper way:
Better it were, a brother died at once,
Than that a sister, by redeeming him,
Should die for ever.

3 Proclaim an enshield beauty – ] i. e. shielded beauty.
+ Accountant to the law upon that pain.] Pain or penalty.

5 As I subscribe not that, ] To subscribe means, to agree to. Milton uses the word in the same sense.

& But in the loss of question,] i. e. conversation.
+ “to let him suffer." MALONE.
VOL. II.

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