"That modefty may more betray our sense, "Than woman's lightness? having wafte ground enough, "Shall we defire to raze the fanctuary, “And pitch our evils there? oh, fie, fie, fie ! When judges fteal themselves. What? do I love her, And feast upon her eyes? what is't I dream on? Oh, cunning enemy, that, to catch a Saint, With Saints doft bait thy hook! most dangerous "Is that temptation, that doth goad us on "To fin in loving virtue: ne'er could the ftrumpet, With all her double vigour, art and nature, Once ftir my temper; but this virtuous maid Subdues me quite: Ever 'till this very Now, When men were fond, I fmil'd, and wonder'd how. [Exit. Changes to a Prifon. Enter Duke habited like a Friar, and Provoft. Duke. AIL to you, Provoft! fo, I think, you are. Prov. I am the Provoft; what's your will, good Friar? Duke. Bound by my charity, and my blest 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 Enter Juliet. Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine, Duke. When must he die? Prov. As I do think, to-morrow. I have provided for you; ftay a while, [To Juliet. And you fhall be conducted. Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the fin you carry? Juliet. I do; and bear the fhame most patiently. Duke. I'll teach you, how you fhall arraign your confcience, And try your penitence, if it be found, 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. Juliet. Mutually. Duke. Then was your fin of heavier kind than his. Juliet. I do confefs it, and repent it, father. Duke. 'Tis meet fo, daughter; but repent you not, As that the fin hath brought you to this shame? Which forrow's always tow'rds ourselves, not heav'n; Shewing, we'd not feek heaven, as we love it, But as we ftand in fear. Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil; And take the fhame with joy. 4 Who falling in the flaws of her own youth Hath blifter'd her report:] Who doth not fee that the integrity of the metaphor requires we should read FLAMES of her own youth. Cc 3 Duke. Duke. There reft. Your partner, as I hear, muft die to-morrow, [Exit. Juliet. Muft die to-morrow! 5 oh, injurious love, That refpites me a life, whofe very comfort Is ftill a dying horror! Prov. 'Tis pity of him. Ang S C CENE X. Changes to the Palace. Enter Angelo. WHEN I would and pray [Exeunt. pray and think, I think To fev'ral fubjects: heav'n hath my empty words, And in my heart the ftrong and fwelling evil 7 Grown fear'd and tedious; yea, my gravity, 5- oh, injurious love,] Her execution was refpited on account of her pregnancy, the effects of her love: therefore fhe calls it injurious; not that it brought her to fhame, but that it hindered her freeing herself from it. Is not this all very natural? yet the Oxford Editor changes it to injurious law. 6 Whilft my intention, ] Nothing can be either plainer or exacter than this expreffion. But the old blundering Folio having it, invention, this was enough for Mr. Theobald to prefer authority to fenfe. 7 Grown FEAR'D and tedious ;] We fhould read SEAR'D i. e. old. So Shakespear uses, in the fear, to fignify old age. How How often doft thou with thy case, thy habit, Enter Servant. How now, who's there? Serv. One Ifabel, a fifter, defires access to you. Ang. Teach her the way. Oh heav'ns! Why does my blood thus muster to my heart, Making both That unable for itself, And difpoffeffing all my other parts Of neceffary fitness? So play the foolish throngs with one that fwoons; 8 Let's write good angel on the devil's horn; 'Tis not the devil's creft.] i. e. Let the most wicked thing have but a virtuous pretence, and it fhall pafs for innocent. This was his conclufion from his preceeding words, ob form! How often doft thou with thy cafe, thy habit, Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wifer fouls To thy falfe feeming? But the Oxford Editor makes him conclude just counter to his own premifes; by altering it to, Is't not the devil's creft. So that, according to this alteration, the reafoning ftands thus.Falfe feeming wrenches awe from fools, and deceives the wife. Therefore, Let us but write good angel on the devil's born; (i. e. give him the appearance of an angel;) and what then? Is't not the devil's creft? (i. e. he fhall be esteem'd a devil.) SCE NE Enter Ifabella. XI. Ifab. 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. Ifab. Ev'n fo?- Heaven keep your Honour! [Going. Ang. Yet may he live a while; and, it may be, As long as you or I; yet he must die. Ifab. Under your fentence? Ang. Yea. Ifab. When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve, Longer or fhorter, he may be fo fitted, That his foul ficken not. Ang. Ha? fie, these filthy vices! 'twere as good Their fawcy fweetness, that do coin heav'n's image As to put metal in reftrained means, To make a falfe one. Ifab. 'Tis fet down fo in heav'n, but not in earth. Ang. And fay you fo? then I fhall poze you quickly. Which had you rather, that the most just law 9 -'tis all as eafie, ] Eafie is here put for light or trifling. Tis, fays he, as light or trifling a crime to do fo, as fo, &c. Which the Oxford Editor not apprehending, has alter'd it to juft; for 'tis much easier to conceive what Shakespear fhould fay, than what he does fay. So just before, the poet faid, with his ufual licence, their fawcy sweetness, for fawey indulgence of the appetite. And this, forfooth, must be changed to farey lewdness, tho' the epithet confines us, as it were, to the poet's word. |