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“ That modesty may more betray our sense, “ Than woman's lightness ? having waste ground
enough, “ Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary, “ And pitch our evils there? oh, fie, fie, fie ! What dost thou? or what art thou, Angelo? Dost thou desire her foully, for those things That make her good ? Oh, let her brother live : Thieves for their robbery have authority, When judges steal themselves. What do I love her, That I desire to hear her speak again, 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 strumpet, 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 smil'd, and wonder'd how.
[Exit. S C E N E IX.
Changes to a Prison. Enter Duke habited like a Friar, and Provost. Duke. AIL 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 blest Order, I come to visit the afficted spirits Here in the prison; do me the common right To let me see them, and to make me know The nature of their crimes; that I may minister To them accordingly. Prov. I would do more than that, if more were needful.
Duke. When must he die?
Prov. As I do think, to-morrow.
Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry ?
Juliet. I'll gladly learn.
Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act
Duke. 'Tis meet so, daughter; but repent you not,
Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil ;
4 Who falling in the flaws of her own youth
Hath blister'd her report :] Who doth not see that the integrity of the metaphor requires we should read FLAMES of her own youth.
Duke. There rest.
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Ang: WHEN I would
To sev'ral subjects: heav'n hath my empty words,
5 oh, injurious love,] Her execution was respited on account of her pregnancy, the efficts of her love: therefore she calls it injurious; not that it brought her to Mame, 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 Whilf my intention, ] Nothing can be either plainer or exacter than this expression. But the old blundering Folio having it, invention, this was enough for Mr. Theobald to prefer authority to sense.
7 Grown FEAR'D and tedious ; ] We hould read sear’D: i. e. old. So Shakespear uses, in the fear, to fignify old age.
How often doft thou with thy case, thy habit,
Let's write good angel on the devil's horn;
Serv. One Isabel, a sister, desires access to you.
Ang. Teach her the way. Oh heav'ns!
8 Let's write good angel on the devil's horn
'Tis not the devil's crest.] i. e. Let the most wicked thing have but a virtuous pretence, and it shall pass for innocent. This was his conclusion from his preceeding words,
To thy false seeming?
Is't not the devil's creft.
you might know it, would much better
please me, Than to demand, what 'tis. Your brother cannot live. Isab. Ev’n so ? - Heaven keep your Honour !
he live a while ; and, it may be, As long as you or I ; yet he must die.
Isab. Under your sentence ?
Ijob. When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve,
Ang. Ha ? fie, these filthy vices ! 'twere as good
Isab. 'Tis set down so in heav'n, but not in earth.
your brother's life ; or, to redeem him,
9-'tis all as easie, ) Easie is here put for light or trifling. "Tis, says he, as light or trifling a crime to do so, as fo, &c. Which the Oxford Editor not apprehending, has alter'd it to just; for ’iis much easier to conceive what Shakespear fhould say, than what he does say. So just before, the poet faid, with his usual licence, their fawcy sweetness, for fawcy indulgence of the appetite. And this, forsooth, must be changed to fawcy lewdness, sho' the epithet confines us, as it were, to the poet's word.