For we are soft as our complexions are, * And credulous to false prints. Ang. I think it well; And from this teftimony of your own fex, your That is, a women; if you're more, you're none. Ifab. I have no tongue but one; gentle, my lord, Let me intreat you, fpeak the formal language. Ang. Plainly conceive, I love you. Ifab. My brother did love Juliet; And you tell me, that he fhall die for it. Ang. He fhall not, Isabel, if you give me love. Ang. Believe me, on mine honour, Ifab. Ha! little honour to be much believ'd, And moft pernicious purpofe! feeming, feeming!I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look for't: Sign me a prefent pardon for my brother, Or, with an out-ftretch'd throat, I'll tell the world Aloud, what man thou art. Ang. Who will believe thee, Isabel? My unfoil'd name, th' aufterenefs of my life, My vouch against you, and my place i'th' ftate, Will fo your accufation over-weigh, you That fhall ftifle in your own report, And credulous to falfe prints.] i. e. take any Impreffion. + ---Speak the former language.] We should read formal which he here uses for plain, direct. Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite, Or elfe he muft not only die the death, Bidding the law make curtfy to their will; To fuch abhorr'd pollution. Then, Ifabel, live chafte; and, brother, die; I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request; And fit his mind to death, for his foul's Reft. [Exit. ACT III. SCENE I. The PRISON. Enter Duke, Claudio, and Provost. DUKE. O, then you hope of pardon from lord Angelo? Claud. The miferable have no other medicine, But only Hope: I've hope to live, and am prepar'd to die. Duke. Be abfolute for death: or death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life; If I do lose thee, I do lofe a thing, That none but fools would reck; a breath thou art, That do this habitation, where thou keep'ft, Of a poor worm. Thy beft of Reft is fleep, For ending thee no fooner. Thou haft nor youth, nor [age; Dreaming on both; for pall'd, thy blazed youth Becomes affuaged, and doth beg the alms Of palfied Eld; and when thou'rt old and rich, Thou haft neither * heat, affection, limb, nor bounty heat, affection, limb, nor beauty] But how does Beauty make Riches pleafant? We should read Bounty, which completes the Sense, and is this; Thou haft neither the Pleasure of enjoying Riches thyself, for thou wanteft Vigour: Nor of feeing it enjoyed by others, for thou wanteft Bounty. Where the making the Want of Bounty as infeparable from old Age as the Want of Health, is extremely fatirical tho' not altogether just. Το To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this, Claud. I humbly thank you. To fue to live, I find, I feek to die; And, seeking death, find life: let it come on. Ifab. What, ho? peace here, grace and good com- Prov. Who's there? come in: the wifh deferves a welcome. Duke. Dear Sir, ere long I'll vifit you again. Ifab. My Bufinefs is a word, or two, with Claudio. Prov. And very welcome. Look, Signior, here's your fifter. Duke. Provost, a word with you. Duke. Bring them to speak where I may be con ceal'd, Yet hear them. [Exeunt Duke and Provost. SCENE II. Claud. OW, fifter, what's the comfort? in Deed: Lord Angelo, having affairs to heav'n, Intends you for his fwift ambaffador; Where you fhall be an everlafting leiger. Therefore your best appointment make with speed, To-morrow you fet on. Claud. Is there no remedy? Ifab. None, but fuch remedy, as, to save a head, To cleave a heart in twain. Claud. Claud. But is there any? Ifab. Yes, brother, you may live: Claud. Perpetual durance? Ifab. Ay, juft; perpetual durance: a restraint, Tho' all the world's vaftidity you had, To a determin'd fcope. Claud. But in what nature? Ifab. In fuch a one, as you, confenting to't, Would bark your honour from that trunk you bear, And leave you naked. Claud. Let me know the point. Ifab. Oh, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake, Than a perpetual Honour. Dar'ft thou die? Claud. Why give you me this shame? And hug it in mine arms. [grave Ifab. There fpake my brother; there my father's Did utter forth a voice. Yes, thou must die : Thou art too noble to conserve a life In bafe appliances. This outward-fainted Deputy, Nips youth i'th' head; and follies doth emmew," Claud. |