Measure for Measure (Folio 1, 1623)
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Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.
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Enter Duke, Claudio, and Prouost.
¶Du. So then you hope of pardon from Lord Angelo?
¶But onely hope: I'haue hope to liue, and am prepar'd to
¶die.
¶That none but fooles would keepe: a breath thou art,
¶Seruile to all the skyie-influences
¶Hourely afflict: Meerely, thou art deaths foole,
¶For all th' accommodations that thou bearst,
¶Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thy selfe,
¶After the Moone: If thou art rich, thou'rt poore,
1230Thou bearst thy heauie riches but a iournie,
¶And death vnloads thee; Friend hast thou none.
¶For thine owne bowels which do call thee, fire
¶The meere effusion of thy proper loines
¶Do curse the Gowt, Sapego, and the Rheume
¶But as it were an after-dinners sleepe
¶Becomes as aged, and doth begge the almes
¶Of palsied-Eld: and when thou art old, and rich
1240Thou hast neither heate, affection, limbe, nor beautie
¶To make thy riches pleasant: what's yet in this
¶That beares the name of life? Yet in this life
¶Lie hid moe thousand deaths; yet death we feare
¶That makes these oddes, all euen.
1245Cla. I humblie thanke you.
¶And seeking death, finde life: Let it come on.
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Enter Isabella.
¶Isab. What hoa? Peace heere; Grace, and good com-
1250panie.
¶welcome.
¶Pro. And verie welcom: looke Signior, here's your
¶conceal'd.
¶Isa. Why,
1265Lord Angelo hauing affaires to heauen
¶To Morrow you set on.
1270Clau. Is there no remedie?
¶To cleaue a heart in twaine:
¶Clau. But is there anie?
¶Isa. Yes brother, you may liue;
1275There is a diuellish mercie in the Iudge,
¶If you'l implore it, that will free your life,
¶But fetter you till death.
¶Cla. Perpetuall durance?
1280Through all the worlds vastiditie you had
¶To a determin'd scope.
¶Clau. But in what nature?
¶Would barke your honor from that trunke you beare,
1285And leaue you naked.
¶Clau. Let me know the point.
¶Isa. Oh, I do feare thee Claudio, and I quake,
1290Then a perpetuall Honor. Dar'st thou die?
¶And the poore Beetle that we treade vpon
¶In corporall sufferance, finds a pang as great,
¶As when a Giant dies.
¶Thinke you I can a resolution fetch
¶And hugge it in mine armes.
¶Did vtter forth a voice. Yes, thou must die:
¶Thou art too noble, to conserue a life
1305Nips youth i'th head, and follies doth emmew
¶As Falcon doth the Fowle, is yet a diuell:
¶His filth within being cast, he would appeare
¶A pond, as deepe as hell.
¶Cla. The prenzie, Angelo?
1310Isa. Oh 'tis the cunning Liuerie of hell,
¶In prenzie gardes; dost thou thinke Claudio,
¶If I would yeeld him my virginitie
¶Thou might'st be freed?
1315Cla. Oh heauens, it cannot be.
¶Isa. Yes, he would giu't thee; from this rank offence
¶So to offend him still. This night's the time
¶That I should do what I abhorre to name,
¶Isa. O, were it but my life,
¶I'de throw it downe for your deliuerance
¶As frankely as a pin.
1325Isa. Be readie Claudio, for your death to morrow.
¶Clau. Yes. Has he affections in him,
¶That thus can make him bite the Law by th' nose,
¶When he would force it? Sure it is no sinne,
¶Why would he for the momentarie tricke
¶Be perdurablie fin'de? Oh Isabell.
1335Cla. Death is a fearefull thing.
¶Cla. I, but to die, and go we know not where,
¶To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot,
1340A kneaded clod; And the delighted spirit
¶To bath in fierie floods, or to recide
¶In thrilling Region of thicke-ribbed Ice,
¶Imagine howling, 'tis too horrible.
¶That Age, Ache, periury, and imprisonment
1350Can lay on nature, is a Paradise
¶To what we feare of death.
¶Isa. Alas, alas.
¶That it becomes a vertue.
¶Wilt thou be made a man, out of my vice?
1360Is't not a kinde of Incest, to take life
¶Heauen shield my Mother plaid my Father faire:
1365Die, perish: Might but my bending downe
¶Repreeue thee from thy fate, it should proceede.
¶Ile pray a thousand praiers for thy death,
¶No word to saue thee.
1370Isa. Oh fie, fie, fie:
¶Thy sinn's not accidentall, but a Trade;
¶Mercy to thee would proue it selfe a Bawd,
1375Duk. Vouchsafe a word, yong sister, but one word.
¶Isa. What is your Will.
¶would require, is likewise your owne benefit.
¶stolen out of other affaires : but I will attend you a while.
¶She (hauing the truth of honour in her) hath made him
¶that gracious deniall, which he is most glad to receiue: I
1390solution with hopes that are fallible, to morrow you
¶must die, goe to your knees, and make ready.
¶with life, that I will sue to be rid of it.
1395with you.
¶Pro. What's your will (father?)
¶Duk. That now you are come, you wil be gone : leaue
¶me a while with the Maid, my minde promises with my
¶Duk. The hand that hath made you faire, hath made
¶you good : the goodnes that is cheape in beauty, makes
¶beauty briefe in goodnes; but grace being the soule of
¶your complexion, shall keepe the body of it euer faire:
¶conuaid to my vnderstanding; and but that frailty hath
¶examples for his falling, I should wonder at Angelo: how
¶Brother?
¶lawfullie borne. But (oh) how much is the good Duke
¶deceiu'd in Angelo: if euer he returne, and I can speake
¶to him, I will open my lips in vaine, or discouer his go-
1415uernment.
¶triall of you onelie. Therefore fasten your eare on my
¶aduisings, to the loue I haue in doing good; a remedie
¶rited benefit; redeem your brother from the angry Law;
¶do any thing that appeares not fowle in the truth of my
¶spirit.
¶Duke. Vertue is bold, and goodnes neuer fearefull:
¶dericke the great Souldier, who miscarried at Sea?
¶Isa. I haue heard of the Lady, and good words went
¶with her name.
1435fianced to her oath, and the nuptiall appointed: between
¶which time of the contract, and limit of the solemnitie,
¶her brother Fredericke was wrackt at Sea, hauing in that
¶heauily this befell to the poore Gentlewoman, there she
1440lost a noble and renowned brother, in his loue toward
¶her, euer most kinde and naturall: with him the portion
¶and sinew of her fortune, her marriage dowry: with
¶Angelo.
¶Duke. Left her in her teares, & dried not one of them
¶with his comfort: swallowed his vowes whole, preten-
¶her on her owne lamentation, which she yet weares for
¶them, but relents not.
¶Isab. What a merit were it in death to take this poore
¶maid from the world? what corruption in this life, that
¶it will let this man liue? But how out of this can shee a-
1455uaile?
¶cure of it not onely saues your brother, but keepes you
¶from dishonor in doing it.
¶Isab. Shew me how (good Father.)
1460Duk. This fore-named Maid hath yet in her the con-
¶(like an impediment in the Current) made it more vio-
¶lent and vnruly: Goe you to Angelo, answere his requi-
1465ring with a plausible obedience, agree with his demands
¶to the point: onely referre your selfe to this aduantage;
¶maid to steed vp your appointment, goe in your place:
¶if the encounter acknowledge it selfe heereafter, it may
¶compell him to her recompence; and heere, by this is
¶your brother saued, your honor vntainted, the poore
1475Mariana aduantaged, and the corrupt Deputy scaled.
¶The Maid will I frame, and make fit for his attempt: if
¶you thinke well to carry this as you may, the doublenes
¶of the benefit defends the deceit from reproofe. What
¶thinke you of it?
1480Isab. The image of it giues me content already, and I
¶dily to Angelo, if for this night he intreat you to his bed,
1485Lukes, there at the moated-Grange recides this deie-
¶cted Mariana; at that place call vpon me, and dispatch
¶with Angelo, that it may be quickly.
¶Isab. I thank you for this comfort: fare you well good
¶father.
Exit.
