Thieves for their robbery have authority, When judges fteal themfelves. What! do I love her, And feast upon her eyes? what is't I dream on? To fin in loving virtue; ne'er could the ftrumpet, Enter Duke babited like a Friar, and Provoft. I come to vifit the afflicted fpirits Here in the prifon; do me the common right Prov. I would do more than that, if more were needful. Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine, Duke. When muft he die? Prov. As I do think, to-morrow! I have provided for you; ftay a while, And you shall be conducted. [To Juliet. Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the fin you carry? Duke. I'll teach you how you shall 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 moft offenceful act Was mutually committed. Juliet. Mutually, Duke. Then was your fin of heavier kind than his. Duke. 'Tis meet fo, daughter; but repent you not Juliet. I do repent me as it is an evil, And take the fhame with joy. Duke. 'Tis well, there reft. Your partner, as I hear, muft die to-morrow, So grace go with you; benedicite! Juliet. Muft die to-morrow! oh injurious law, That refpites me a life, whofe very comfort Is ftill a dying horror! Prov. 'Tis pity of him. SCENE X. The Palace. Enter Angelo. [Exit [Exeunt Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and pray And in my heart the strong and fwelling evil 2 Let's Is't not the devil's creft? How now? who's there? Serv. One Ifabel a fifter afks access to you. Ang. Teach her the way. Oh heav'ns! why does my Thus mufter to my heart, making both that Unable for itself, and difpoffeffing My other parts of neceffary fitness? So play the foolish throngs with one that fwoons; [blood Ang. That you might know it, would much better please Ifab. I am come to know your pleasure. Than to declare what 'tis. He cannot live. Ifab. Even fo?-heav'n keep you! [me, [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 To pardon him, that hath from nature ftol'n A man already made, as to remit Their fawcy lewdness that do coin heav'n's image In ftamps that are forbid: 'tis all as juft, As to put mettle in reftrained means, To make a falfe one. Ifab. 'Tis fet down fo in heav'n, but not in earth. 2 As As fhe, that he hath ftain'd? fab. Sir, believe this, I had rather give my body than my foul. Ifab. How fay you? Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak I, now the voice of the recorded law, Ifab. Pleafe you to do't, I'll take it as a peril to my foul, It is no fin at all, but charity. Ang. Pleas'd you to do't at peril of your soul, Ifab. That I do beg his life, if it be fin, Ang. Nay, but hear me : Your fenfe purfues not mine: either you're ignorant, Ifab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, Ang. Thus wifdom wishes to appear most bright, Ifab. So. Ang. And his offence is fo, as it appears Ang. Admit no other way to fave his life, Finding Finding yourself defir'd of fuch a perfon, Ifab. As much for my poor brother as my felf; That longing I've been fick for, ere I'd yield Ang. Then must your brother die. Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the fentence That you have flander'd fo? Ifab. An ignominious ranfom, and free pardon, Are of two houfes; lawful mercy fure Is nothing kin to foul redemption. Ang. You feem'd of late to make the law a tyrant, And rather prov'd the fliding of your brother Ifab. Oh, pardon me, My lord; it very oft falls out, to have What we would have, we fpeak not what we mean : I fomething do excuse the thing I hate, For his advantage that I dearly love. Ang. We are all frail. Ifab. Elfe let my brother die, If not a feodary but only he Ang. Nay, women are frail too. Ifab. Ay, as the glaffes where they view themselves; Which are as eafy broke as they make forms. Women! help heav'n; men their creation mar In |