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Isab. Yet shew some pity.
Ang. I shew it most of all, when I shew justice;
Lucio. That's well 'said.
Isab. Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be.quiet, For every pelting, petty officer, Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing but thun-
der. Merciful heaven !
430 Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Split’st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak, Than the soft myrtle: 0, but man, proud man, (Drest in a little brief authority; Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, His glassy essence) like an angry ape, Plays such fantastick tricks before high heaven, As make the angels weep; who, with our spleens, “ Would all themselves laugh mortal.
439 “ Lucio. Oh, to him, to him, wench: he will relent, “ He's coming ; I perceiy't.”
Prov. Pray heaven she win him!
Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with ourself; Great men may jest with saints : 'tis wit in them; But, in the less, foul profanation.
Lucio. Thou’rt in the right, girl; more o' that.
« Lucio. Art advis'd o'that? more on't.”
Isab. Because authority, though it err like others,
Ang. [Aside.] She speaks, and 'tis
Lucio. You had marr'd all, else.
Isab. Not with fond shekels of the tested gold, Qr stones, whose rates are either rich, or poor,
As fancy values them : but with true prayers,
Ang. Well, come to me to-morrow.
Ang. Amen :
[ Aside. Where prayers cross. Isab. 'At what hour to-morrow
480 Shall I attend your lordship?
Ang. At any time 'fore noon.
Ang. From thee; even from thy virtue !
Thieves for their robbery have authority,
500 And feast upon her eyes ?
" what is't I dream on?" Oh, cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint, 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, With all her double vigour, art and nature, Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid Subdues me quite :-Ever, till now, When men were fond, I smil'd, and wonder'd how.
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 To let me see them; and to make me kno The nature of their crimes, that I may
minister To them accordingly. Prov. I would do more than that, if more were needful.
Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman “ of mine, “ Who falling in the flaws of her own youth, 520 “ Hath blister'd her report :” She is with child; And he that got it, sentenc'd: a young man More fit to do another such offence, Than die for this.
Duke, When must he die ?
Prov. As I do think, to-morrow,-
Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry?
531 And try your penitence, if it be sound, Or hollowly put on.
Juliet. I'll gladly learn.
him. Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act Was mutually committed ?