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Prov. Left I might be too rash.
Prov. I crave your pardon.
Ang. Dispose of her
Seru. Here is the sister of the man condemn'd,
Ang. Hath he a Gifter?
Prov. Ay, my good lord, a very virtuous maid,
Ang. Well; let her be admitted. [Exit Servant.
Enter Lucio and Isabella. Prov. ? AVE
your honour. Ang. Stay yet a while. -Y’are welcome; what's your will? Isab. I am a woful suitor to your Honour, Please but
Honour hear me.
Ang. Well; what's your suit?
isab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die;
Prov. Heav'n give thee moving graces!
Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? Why, every fault's condemn'd, ere it be done ; Mine were the very cipher of a function, To find the faults, whose fine stands in' record, And let go by the aệlor.
Isab. O just, but severe law! I had a brother'then; heav'n keep your Honout!
Lucio. Give not o'er fo: to him again, intreat him,
Ijab. Must he needs die ?
him; And neither heav'n, nor man, grieve at the mercy.
Ang. I will not do't.
Ang. He's sentencd; 'tis too late.
Isab. Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a word, May call it back again : Well believe this, No ceremony that to Great ones 'longs, Not the King's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy
does: if he had been as you, And you as he, you would have flipt like him ; But he, like you, would not have been so stern.
Ang. Pray you, be gone.
Isab. I wou'd to heav'n I had your potency, And you were Isabel; should it then be thus No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge, And what a prisoner.
Lucio. Ay, touch him; there's the vein.
Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law,
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Ang. Be you content, fair maid;
spare him. He's not prepar'd-for death: Even for our kitchins We kill the fowl, of season; shall we serve heav'n
then will breathe within your lips, j'aitsi Like man new made.] This is a fine Thought, and finely expressed: The Meaning is, that Mercy will add such Grace to your Per
you will appear as amiable as Man come fresh out of the Hands of his Creator.
With less respect, than we do minister [you:
Lucio. Ay, well said.
Ang. The law hath not been dead, tho' it hath Those many
had not dar'd to do that evil, [flept: If the first man that did th' edict infringe, Had answered for his deed. Now, 'tis awake; Takes note of what is done ; and, like a prophet, Looks in a glass that shews what future evils, Qr new, or by remislness new-conceivd, And so in progress to be hatch'd and born, Are now to have no successive degrees ; But ere they live, to end.
Ijab. 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
His glafly efsence, like an angry ape,
Lucio. Oh, to him, to him, Wench: he will relent; He's coming : I perceive't.
Prov. Pray heav'n, she win him!
Ifab. We cannot weigh our brother with yourself : Great men may jest with Saints; 'tis wit in them ; But, in the less, foul prophanation.
Lucio. Thou’rt right, girl; more o' that.'
Ifab. That in the captain's but a choleric word,
Lucio. Art avis'd o'that? more on't.
Isab. Because authority, tho' it err like others,
Ang. She speaks, and 'tis such sense,
Isab. Gentle, my lord, turn back.
turn back. Ang. How? bribe me? Ifab. Ay, with such gifts, that heav'n fhall share
Lucio. You had marr'd all else.
Isab. Not with fond fhekles of the tested gold,