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Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness,
Isab. Sir, believe this,
Ang. I talk not of your soul ; our compellid sins
Isab. How say you ?
Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that ; for I can speak
Isab. Please you to do't,
Ang. Pleas’d you to do't at peril of
Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sin,
Ang. Nay, but hear me :
Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good,
Ang. Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright,
Ang. Admit no other way to save his life.
Isab. As much for my poor brother, as myself:
Ang. Then must your brother die.
Ifåb. And 'twere the cheaper way; Better it were, a brother dy'd at once ; Than that a sister, by redeeming him, Should die for ever.
Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the sentence,
Isab. As ignominious ransom, and free pardon,
Ang. You seem’d of late to make the law a tyrant,
brother A merriment, than a vice.
Isab. Oh pardon me, my lord; it oft falls out,
Ang. We are all frail.
Ifab. Elfe let my brother die, If not a feodary, but only he, Owe, and succeed by weakness !
Ang. Nay, women are frail too.
Isab. Ay, as the glaffes where they view themWhich are as easy broke, as they make forms. Women! 'help heav'n ; men their creation mar, In profiting by them: nay, call us ten times frail; For we are soft as our complexions are, 2 And credulous to false prints.
Ang. I think it well ; And from this testimony of your own sex, (Since I'suppose'we're 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're more, you're none. If
you be one, as you are well exprefs'd By'all external warrants, shew it now, By putting on the destin'd livery.
Ifab. I have no tongue but one ; gentle, 'my lord, Let me intreat you, * speak the formal language.
Ang. Plainly conceive, 'I love you.
Ijab. My brother did love Juliet ; And you' tell me, that he shall die for it. 1 Else let my brother die,
if not a feodary, but only be, &c.] This is so obscure, but the allufion fo fine, that it deserves to be explain'd. A feodary was one, that in the times of vassalage held lands of the chief lord, under the tenure of paying rent and service : which tenures were calld feuda amongst the Goths. Now, says Angelo, we are all frail ; yes, re.
plies Isabella ; if all mankind were not feodaries, who owe what • they are to this tenure of imbecillity, and who succeed each other “by the same tenure, as well as my brother, I would give him up." The comparing mankind, lying under the weight of original lin, to a feodary, who owes suit and service to his lord, is, I think, not ill imagined. 2 And credulous to false prints.] 1. 6. take any impression.
-Speak the FORMER language. ] We should read PORMAL, which he here uses for plain, direct.
Ang. He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love.
Isab. * I know, your virtue hath a licence in's, Which seems a little fouler than it is, To pluck on others.
Ang. Believe me, on mine honour, My words express my purpose.
Isab. Ha ! little honour to be much believ'd, 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 out-stretch'd throat, I'll tell the world Aloud, what man thou art.
Ang. Who will believe thee, Isabel ? My unfoild name, th' auftereness of 3 My vouch against you, and my place i'ch' state,
Will so your accusation over-weigh,
That banish what they sue for ; redeem thy brother
I know your virtue hath a licence in't,] Alluding to the li, cences given by Ministers to their Spies, to go into all suspected companies and join in the language of Malecontents.
3 My vouch against you,] The calling his denial of her charge, his vouch, has something fine. Vouch is the testimony one man bears for another. So that, by this, he infinuates his authority was so great, that his denial would have the same credit that a vouch or testimony has in ordinary cases.
-Aifle in your own report,
And smell of calumny.) Metaphor taken from a lamp or caodle going out.
As for you,
I'll prove a tyrant to him. As for
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Enter Duke, Claudio, and Provost.
DU K E. then you hope of pardon from lord Angelo?
Claud. The miserable have no other medicine, But only Hope: I've hope to live, and am prepar'd
Duke. Be absolute for death; or death, or life,