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For terror, not to use; in time the rod
Becomes more mock'd, than fear'd: fo our Decrees,
And Liberty plucks Juftice by the nofe;
Fri. It refted in your Grace
T'unloose this ty'd up juftice, when you pleas'd:
Duke. I do fear, too dreadful.
Sith 'twas my fault to give the people scope,
And not the punishment. Therefore, indeed, my
I have on Angelo impos'd the office:
Who may in th' ambush of my name ftrike home,
To do in flander: And to behold his fway,
Like a true Friar. More reasons for this action
Enter Ifabella and Francisca.
ND have you Nuns no further privileges ?
Ifab. Yes, truly; I speak not as defiring more;
Nun. It is a man's voice: gentle Ifabella,
Then, if you speak, you must not fhew your face;
Lucio. Hail, virgin, (if you be) as those cheekrofes
Proclaim you are no lefs; can you so stead me,
A novice of this place, and the fair fifter
To her unhappy brother Claudio ?
Ifab. Why her unhappy brother? let me ask
Lucio. Gentle and fair, your brother kindly greets
Not to be weary with you, he's in prison.
Lucio. For that, which, if myself might be his
He fhould receive his punishment in thanks;
Ifab. Sir, make me not your ftory.
Lucio. 'Tis true :-I would not (tho' 'tis my fa-
With maids to feem the lapwing, and to jeft,
As with a Saint.
Ifab. You do blafpheme the good, in mocking me. Lucio. Do not believe it. Fewness and truth, 'tis thus ; Your brother and his lover having embrac'd, As thofe that feed grow full, as bloffoming time That from the feedness the bare fallow brings To teeming foifon; fo her plenteous womb Expreffeth his full tilth and husbandry. Ifab. Some one with child by him?
Ifab.Adoptedly, as school-maids change their names,
By vain, tho' apt, affection.
Lucio. She it is.
Ifab. O, let him
Lucio. This is the point.
The Duke is very strangely gone from hence;
But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge
Ifab. Doth he fo
Seek for his life?
Lucio. H'as cenfur'd him already;
Ifab. Alas! what poor
Ability's in me, to do him good?
And make us loofe the good, we oft might win,
And let him learn to know, when maidens fue, Men give like Gods; but when they weep and kneel, All their petitions are as truly theirs,
As they themselves would owe them.
Ifab. I'll fee what I can do.
Lucio. But, fpeedily.
Ifab. I will about it ftrait;
No longer staying, but to give the mother
Enter Angelo, Escalus, a Justice, and Attendants.
E must not make a scare-crow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, 'till custom make it Their pearch, and not their terror.
Efcal. Ay, but yet
Let us be keen, and rather cut a little,
Than fall, and bruife to death. Alas! this gentleman, Whom I would fave, had a moft noble father;
Let but your Honour know,
Whom I believe to be moft ftrait in virtue,
Could have attain'd th' effect of your own purpose;
Ang. 'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus,
The jury, paffing on the prifoner's life,
May in the fworn twelve have a thief or two, Guiltier than him they try; what's open made to
That juftice feizes on.
What know the laws,
That thieves do pass on thieves? 'tis very pregnant,
We tread upon, and never think of it.
For I have had fuch faults; but rather tell me,