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When I would pray and think, I think and prayServant
To several subjects. Heaven hath my empty words;
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, O 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 art blood:
Let's write good angel on the devil's horn:
'Tis not the devil's crest.
Enter a ServantHow now! who's there?
One Isabel, a sister, desires access to you.ANGELO
Teach her the way.ISABELLA
Exit ServantO heavens!
Why does my blood thus muster to my heart,
Making both it unable for itself,
And dispossessing all my other parts
Of necessary fitness?
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
Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love
Must needs appear offence.
Enter ISABELLAHow now, fair maid?
I am come to know your pleasure.ANGELO
That you might know it, would much better please meISABELLA
Than to demand what 'tis. Your brother cannot live.
Even so. Heaven keep your honour!ANGELO
Yet may he live awhile; and, it may be,As long as you or I
yet he must die.ISABELLA
Under your sentence?ANGELO
When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve,ANGELO
Longer or shorter, he may be so fitted
That his soul sicken not.
Ha! fie, these filthy vices! It were as goodISABELLA
To pardon him that hath from nature stolen
A man already made, as to remit
Their saucy 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 metal in restrained means
To make a false one.
'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in earth.ANGELO
Say you so? then I shall pose you quickly.ISABELLA
Which had you rather, that the most just law
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?
Sir, believe this,ANGELO
I had rather give my body than my soul.
I talk not of your soul: our compell'd sinsISABELLA
Stand more for number than for accompt.
How say you?ANGELO
Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speakISABELLA
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?
Please you to do't,ANGELO
I'll take it as a peril to my soul,
It is no sin at all, but charity.
Pleased you to do't at peril of your soul,ISABELLA
Were equal poise of sin and charity.
That I do beg his life, if it be sin,ANGELO
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.ISABELLA
Your sense pursues not mine: either you are ignorant,
Or seem so craftily; and that's not good.
Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good,ANGELO
But graciously to know I am no better.
Thus wisdom wishes to appear most brightISABELLA
When it doth tax itself; as these black masks
Proclaim an enshield beauty ten times louder
Than beauty could, display'd. But mark me;
To be received plain, I'll speak more gross:
Your brother is to die.
And his offence is so, as it appears,ISABELLA
Accountant to the law upon that pain.
Admit no other way to save his life,--ISABELLA
As I subscribe not that, nor any other,
But in the loss of question,--that you, his sister,
Finding yourself desired of such a person,
Whose credit with the judge, or own great place,
Could fetch your brother from the manacles
Of the all-building 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 to let him suffer;
What would you do?
As much for my poor brother as myself:ANGELO
That is, were I under the terms of death,
The impression of keen whips I'ld wear as rubies,
And strip myself to death, as to a bed
That longing have been sick for, ere I'ld yield
My body up to shame.
Then must your brother die.ISABELLA
And 'twere the cheaper way:ANGELO
Better it were a brother died at once,
Than that a sister, by redeeming him,
Should die for ever.
Were not you then as cruel as the sentenceISABELLA
That you have slander'd so?
Ignomy in ransom and free pardonANGELO
Are of two houses: lawful mercy
Is nothing kin to foul redemption.
You seem'd of late to make the law a tyrant;ISABELLA
And rather proved the sliding of your brother
A merriment than a vice.
O, pardon me, my lord; it oft falls out,ANGELO
To have what we would have, we speak not what we mean:
I something do excuse the thing I hate,
For his advantage that I dearly love.
We are all frail.ISABELLA
Else let my brother die,ANGELO
If not a feodary, but only he
Owe and succeed thy weakness.
Nay, women are frail too.ISABELLA
Ay, as the glasses where they view themselves;ANGELO
Which are as easy broke as they make forms.
Women! Help Heaven! men their creation mar
In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times frail;
For we are soft as our complexions are,
And credulous to false prints.
I think it well:ISABELLA
And from this testimony of your own sex,--
Since I suppose we are made to be no stronger
Than faults may shake our frames,--let me be bold;
I do arrest your words. Be that you are,
That is, a woman; if you be more, you're none;
If you be one, as you are well express'd
By all external warrants, show it now,
By putting on the destined livery.
I have no tongue but one: gentle my lord,ANGELO
Let me entreat you speak the former language.
Plainly conceive, I love you.ISABELLA
My brother did love Juliet,ANGELO
And you tell me that he shall die for it.
He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love.ISABELLA
I know your virtue hath a licence in't,ANGELO
Which seems a little fouler than it is,
To pluck on others.
Believe me, on mine honour,ISABELLA
My words express my purpose.
Ha! little honour to be much believed,ANGELO
And most pernicious purpose! Seeming, seeming!
I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look for't:
Sign me a present pardon for my brother,
Or with an outstretch'd throat I'll tell the world aloud
What man thou art.
Who will believe thee, Isabel?ISABELLA
My unsoil'd name, the austereness of my life,
My vouch against you, and my place i' the state,
Will so your accusation overweigh,
That you shall stifle in your own report
And smell of calumny. I have begun,
And now I give my sensual race the rein:
Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite;
Lay by all nicety and prolixious blushes,
That banish what they sue for; redeem thy brother
By yielding up thy body to my will;
Or else he must not only die the death,
But thy unkindness shall his death draw out
To lingering sufferance. Answer me to-morrow,
Or, by the affection that now guides me most,
I'll prove a tyrant to him. As for you,
Say what you can, my false o'erweighs your true.
To whom should I complain? Did I tell this,
Who would believe me? O perilous mouths,
That bear in them one and the self-same tongue,
Either of condemnation or approof;
Bidding the law make court'sy to their will:
Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite,
To follow as it draws! I'll to my brother:
Though he hath fallen by prompture of the blood,
Yet hath he in him such a mind of honour.
That, had he twenty heads to tender down
On twenty bloody blocks, he'ld yield them up,
Before his sister should her body stoop
To such abhorr'd pollution.
Then, Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die:
More than our brother is our chastity.
I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request,
And fit his mind to death, for his soul's rest.
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