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And not be punishment. 'l herefore, indeed, my As t' ose that feed grow full; as blossoming time, father,

That from the seedness the bare fallow brings I have on Angelo impos'd the office;

To torming foison ; even so her plenteous womb Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home, Expresseth his full tilth and husbandry. And set my nature nerer in the sight,

Isab. Some one with child by him ?--My cousin To do it slander: And to be hold his sway,

Juliet ? I will, as 'twere a brother of your order,

Lucio. Is she your cousin ? Visit both prince and p ople : therefore, I pr’ythee, Isab. Adoptedly; as school-maids change their Supply ma w th the babit, and instruct me How I may formally in person bear ine

By vain though apt affection. Like a true friar. More reasons for this action, Lucio.

She it is. At our more leisure shall I render you;

Isab. O, let him marry her! Only, this one :- Lord Angelo is precise ;


This is the point. Stands at a guard with envy : scarce confesses The duke is very strangely gone from hence; That bis blood flows, or that his appetite

Bore many gentlemen, myself being one, Is more to bread than stone: Hence shall we see, in band, and bope of action : but we do learn If power change purpose, what our seemers be. By those that know the very nerves of state,

[Exeunt. His gi ings out were of an infinite distance SCENE V.-A Nunnery.

From his true-meant design. Upon his place,

And with full line of bis authority,

Governs Lord Angelo : a man, wbose blood

Is very snow-broth; one who never feels
Isab. And have you nuns no further privileges ? The wanton stings and motions of the sense
Fran. Are not these large enough?

But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge
Isab. Yes, truly : I speak not as desiring more ; With profits of the mind, study and fast.
But rather wishing a more strict restraint He (to give fear to use and liberty,
l'pon the sisterhood, the rotarists of Saint Clare.

Which Lave, for long, run by the hideous law, Lucio. Ho! Peace be in this place! [Within. As mice by lions,) hath pick'd out an act, Isab.

Who's that which calls ? Under whose heavy sense your brother's life Fran. It is a man's voice : Gentle Isabella, Falls into forfeit: he arrests him on it; Turn you the key, and know his business of him; And follows close the rigour of the statute, You may, I may not; you are yet unsworn : To make him an example; all hope is gone, Then you have vow'd, you must not speak with Unless you have the grace by your fair prayer men,

To solten Angelo : And that's my pi'h But in the presence of the prioress:

of business li tixt you and your poor brciler. Tben, if you speak, you must not show your face ; Isab, Doth he so seek his life? Or, if you show your face, you must not speak. Lucio.

Has censur'd bim lle calls again; I pray you answer him.

Already; and, as I hear, the provost hath

[Exit FrancisCA. A warrant for his execution.
Isab. Peace and prosperity! Who is't that calls ? Isab. Alas! what poor ability's io me

To do him good ?
Enter Lucio.


Assay the power you have. Lucio. Hail, virgin, if you be ; as those cheek- Isab. My power! Alas ! I doubt, roses


Our doubts are traitors, Proclaim you are no less! Can you so stead me,

And make us lose the good we oft might win, As bring me to the sight of Isabella,

By fearing to attempt : Go to Lord Angelo, A novice of tbis place, and the fair sister, And let him learn to know, when maidens sue, To her unhappy brother Claudio ?

Men give like gods; but when they weep and kneel Isab. Why her unhappy brother ? let me ask; All their petitions are as freely theirs The rather, for I now must make you know As they themselves would owe them. I am that Isabella, and bis sister.

Isab. I'll see wbat I can do. Lucio. Gentle and fair, your brother kindly greets


But, speedily. you :

Isab. I will about it straight;
Not to be weary with you, he's in prison. No longer staying but to give the mother
Isab. Woe me! For what?

Notice of my affair. I hunbly thank you : Lucio. For that, which if myself might be bis Commend me to my brother : soon at night judge,

I'll send him certain word of my success. He should receive his punishment in thanks :

Lucio. I take my leave of you. He hath got his friend with child.


Good sir, adieu. Isab. Sir, make me not your story.

(Exount Lazio.

It is true.
I would not—though 'tis my familiar siu
With maids to seem the lapwing, and to jest,
Tongue far from heart,-play wjih all virxins so :

I bold you as a thing ensky'd, and sainted ;
By your renouncement, an immortal spirit;
And to be talk d with in sincerity,

SCENE I.-A Hall in Angelo's House.
As with a saint.

Enter Angelo, Escalus, a Justice, Provost, Isab. You do blaspheme the good, in mocking me.

Officers, and other Attendants. Lucio. Do not believe it. Fewness and truth, 'tis thus :

Ang. We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Your brother and his lover bare embracial. Sering it up to fear the birds of prey.


And let it keep one shape, till custom make it they say, pluck'd down in the suburbs; and now Their purch, and not their terror.

she professes a hot-house, which, I think, is a very Escal.

Ay, but yet

ill house too. Let us be keen, and rather cut a little,

Escal. How know you that?
Than fall, and bruise to death : Alas! this gentle. Elb. My wife, sir, whom I detest before Heaven


Whom I would save, had a most noble father. Escal. How ! thy wife?
Let but your honour know,

Elb. Ay, sir ; whom, I thank Heaven, is an (Whom I believe to be most strait in virtue,)

bonest woman, — That, in the working of your own affections,

Escub. Dost thou detest her ther-fore ? Had time coher'd with place, or place with wishing, Elb. I say, sir, I will delest niyself also, as well Or that the res«lute acting of your blood

as she, that this house, if it be not a bawd's house, Could have attain d the effect of your own purpose, it is pity of her life, for it is a n ughty house. Whether you liad not sometime in your life

Escal. How dost thou know that, constable ? Err'd in this point which now you censure bim, Elb. Marry, sir, by my wife ; who, if she had And pull'd the law upon you.

been a woman cardinally given, might bare been Ang. 'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus, accused in fornication, adultery, and all uncleanli. Another thing to fall. I not deny,

ness there. The jury, passing on the prisoner's life,

Escal. By the woman's means ? May, in the sworn twelve, have a thief or two Elb. Ay, sir, by Mistress Over-dono's means : but Guiltier than him they try : What's open made to as she spit iu his face, so she defied him. justice,

Clo. Sir, if it please your honour, this is not so. That justice seizes. What know the laws,

Elb. Prove it before these varlets here, thou h). That ihieves do pass on thieves ? 'Tis very preg- nourable man, prove it. nant,

Escal. Do you hear how he misplaces ? The jewel that we find, we stoop and take it,

(To ANGELO. Because we see it ; but what we do not see,

Clo. Sir, she came in great with child; and We tread upon, and never think of it.

longing (saving your honour's reverence) for stew'd You may not so extenuate his offence,

prunes ; air, we had but two in the house, which For I have had such faults; but rather tell me, at that very distant time stood, as it were, in a When I, that censure him, do so offend,

fruit dish, å dish of some threepence; your bo. Let my own judgment pattern out my death, nours have seen such dishes ; they are not China And nothing come in partial. Sir, he must die. dishes, but very good dishes. Escal. Be it as your wisdom will.

Escal. Go to, go to; no matter for the dish, sir. Ang.

Wbere is the provost ? Clo. No, indeed, sir, not of a pin ; you are Prov. Here, if it like your honour.

therein in the right': but, to the point : As I say Ang.

See that Claudio this Mistress Elbow, being, as I say, with child, Be executed by nine to-morrow morning : and being great belly'd, and longing, as I said, for Bring bim bis confessor, let bim be prepar'd ; prunes; and having but two in the disli, as I said, For that's the utmost of his pilgrimage.

Master Froth here, this very man, having eaten the

(Exit Provost. rest, as I said, and, as I say, paying for them very Escul. Well, Heaven forgive him ! and forgive us honestly ;-for, as you know, Master Froth, I all !

could not give you threepence again. Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall :

Froth. No, indeed. Some run from brakes of vice, and answer none; Clo. Very well : you being then, if you be reAnd soine condemned for a fault alcne.

member'd, cracking the stones of the aforesaid

prunes. Enter Elbow, Froti, Clown, Officers, &c.

Froth. Ay, so I did, indeed.

Clo. Why, very well: I telling you then, if you Elb. Come, bring them away: if these br good be remember'd, that such a one, and such a one, people in a common-weal, that do nothing but use were past cure of the thing you wot of, unless they their abuses in common bouses, I know no law; kept very good diet, as I told you. bring them away.

Froth. All this is true. Ang. How now, sir! What's your name ? and Clo. Why, very well then. what's the matter?

Escal. Come, you are a tedious fool : to the pur. Elh. If it please your honour, I am the poor pose.- What was done to Elbow's wife, that he duke's constable, and iny naine is Elbow ; I do lean hath cause to complain of? Come we to what was upon justice, sir, and do bring in bere before your done to her. good honour two notorious benefactors.

Clo, Sr, your honour cannot come to that yet. Ang. Benefactors? Well; what benefactors are Escal. No, sir, nor I mean it not. thes ? are they not male'actors? •

Clo. Sir, but you shall come to it, by your hoElb. If it plense your honour, I know not well nour's leave: And, I beseech you, look into Maswhat they are : but precise villains they are, that l ter Froth here, sir ; a man of fourscore pound a am sure of; and void of all profanation in the vear; whose father died at Hallowmas :-Was't world, that good Christians ought to bave. not at Hallowmas, Master Froth?

Escal. This comes off well ; here's a wise officer. Froth. All-bollond eve.

Ang. Go to : What quality are they of? Elbow Clo. Why, very well ; I hope bere be truths: He, is your name? Why dost thou noi speak, Elbow? sir, sitting, as I say, in a lower chair, sir ;-'txas Clo. He cannot, sir; he's out at elbow.

in the Bunch of Grapes, where, indeed, you have a Ang. What are you, sir !

delight to sit : Have you not? Elb. He, sir ? a tipster, sir; parc: 1- bawd; one Froth. I have so; because it is an open room, that serves a bad woman; whose louse, sir, was, ass and good for winter.


Clo. Why, very well then ;-I hope here be Escal. Han she had any more than one husband ? truths.

Cio. Nine, sir ; Over done by the last. Ang. This will last out a night in Russia, Escal. Nine!- Come hither to me, Master Froil Wben nights are longest there : I'll take my leave, Master Froth, I would not have you acquainted And leare you to the hearing of the cause; with tapsters : they will draw you, Master Froth, Hoping, you'll find good cause to whip them all. and you will hang them : Get you gone, and let me Escal. I think no less : Good morrow to your hear no more of you. lordsbip.

[Exit ANGELO. Froth. I thank your worship : For mine own Now, sir, come on: What was done to Elbow's part, I never come into any room in a taphouse wife, once more?

but I ain drawn in. Clo. Once, sir ? there was nothing done to her Escal. Well; no more of it, Master Froth : fare.

well. [Erit Froth.)–Come you bitber to me, Elb. I beseech you, sir, ask him what this man master tapster; what's your name, master tapeter! did to my wife.

Clo. Pompey. Clo, I beseech your honour, ask me.

Escal. What else? Escal. Well, sir : what did this gentleman to her ? Clo. Bum, sir.

Clo. I beseech you, sir, look in this gentleman's Escal. 'Troth, and your bun, is the greatest face :-Good Master Froth, look upon his honour; thing about you ; so that, in the beastliest sense, 'tis for a good purpose : Doth your bonour mark you are Pompey the great. Pompey, you are partly bis face?

a bawd, Pompey, howsoever you colour it in being Escal. Ay, sir, very well.

a tapster. Are you not? come, tell me true; it Clo. Nay, I bes ech you, mark it well.

sball be the better for you. Escal. Well, I do so.

Clo. Truly, sir, I am a poor fellow, that would Clo. Dotb your honour see any harm in his face ? live. Escal. Why, no.

Éscal. How would you live, Pompey? by being Clo. I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the a bawd? What do you think of the trade, Pompey? worst thing about bim : Good then; if his face be is it a lawful trade? the worst thing about him, how could Master Clo. If the law would allow it, sir. Froth do the constable's wife any harm ? I would Escal. But the law will not allow it, Pompey : know that of your honour.

nor it shall not be allowed in Vi-nna. Escal. He's in the right : Constable, what say Clo. Does your worship mean to geld and spay you to it?

all the youth in ihe city ? Elb. First, an it like you, the house is a respected Escal. No, Pompey. bouse ; next, this is a respected fellow; and bis Clo. Truly, sir, in my poor opinion, they will to't mistress is a respected woman.

then : If your worsbip will take order for the drabs Clo. By this hand, sir, bis wife is a more re- and the knaves, you need not to fear the bawds. specied person than any of us all.

Escal. There are pretty orders beginning, I can Elb. Varlet, thou liest; thou liest, wicked var- tell you : It is but heading and hanging. let: the time is yet to come, that she was ever re. Clo. If you head and hang all that offend that spected, with man, woman, or child.

way but for ten year together, you'll be glad to give Clo. Sir, she was respected with bim before he out a commission for more heads. If this law hold married with ber.

in Vienna ten year, I'll rent the fairest house in it, Eseal. Which is the wiser here ? Justice, or Ini- after threepence a day : If you live to see this come quity!- Is this true ?

to pass, say, Pompey told you so. Elb. O thou caitiff! O thou varlet! O thou Escal. Thank you, good Pompey: and, in rewicked Hannibal! I respected with her, before I quital of your prophecy, bark you,-I advise you, was married to her ? If ever I was respected with let me not find you before me again upon any comler, or she with me, let not your worship think me plaint wbatsoever, no, not for dwelling where you the poor duke's officer :-Prove this, thou wicked do; if I do, Pompey, I shall beat you to your tent, Hannibal, or I'll bave mine action of battery on thee. and prove a shrewd Cæsar to you; in plain dealing,

Escal. If he took you a box o'tu' ear, ývu might Pompey, I shall have you whist: so for this time, have your action of slander too.

Pompey, fare you well. El6. Marry, I thank your good worship for it: Clo. I thank your worship for your good counWhat is’t your worship's pleasure I should do with sel ; but I shall follow it, as the šesh and fortune this wicked caitiff?

shall better determine. Escal. Truly, officer, because he bath some of. Whip me ? No, no; let carman whip bis jade ; fences in him, that thou wouldst discover if thou The valiant beart's not whipt out of his trade. (Exit. eouldst, let bim continue in his courses, till thou Escal. Come bither to me, Master Elbow ; come know'st wbat they are.

hither, master constable. How long have you Elb. Marry, I thank your worship for it :- Thou been in this place of constable ? seest, tbou wicked varlet now, what's come upon Eib. Seven year and a half, sir. thee; thou art to continue now, thou varlet; thou Escal. I thought, by your readiness in the office, art to continue.

you had continued in it sone time : You say, seven Escal. W bere were you born, friend ? [To Froth. years together ? Froth. Here in Vienna, sir.

Elb. And a half, sir. Escal. Are you of fourscore pounds a year ? Escal. Alas! it hath been great pains to you ! Froth Yes, and't please you, sir.

They do you wrong to put you so oft upon't: Are Escal. 30.–Wbat trade are you of, sir? there not men in your ward sufficient to serve it!

(To the Clown. Elb. Faith, sir, few of any wit in such matters : Clo. A tapster; a poor widow's tapster. as they are chosen, they are glad to choose me fur Escal. Your mistress's naine ?

Them; I do it for some piece of money, and go Clo. Mistress Over.done.

through with all.

And not my

Escal. Look you, bring me is the names of For which I must not plead, but that I am some six or seven, the most eficient of your At war, 'twixt will and will not. parish.


Well; the matter ! Elb. To your worship’s house, sir?

Isab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die : Escal. To my house : Fare you well. [Erit E1- I do beseech you, let it be his fault, now.] Wbat's o'clock, think you?

brother. Just. Eleven, sir.

Prov. Heaven give thee moving graces ! Escal. I pray you home to dinner with me. Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the act r of it! Just. I humbly thank you.

Why, every fault's condemn'd, ere it be done : Escal. It grieves me for the death of Claudio ; Mine were the very cipher of a function, But there's no remedy.

To find the faults, whose fine stands in record, Just. Lord Angelo is severe.

And let go by the actor.
It is but needful : Isab.

O just, but severe law ! Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so ;

I had a broiher then.--Heaven keep your bonour ! Pardon is still the nurse of second woe :

[Retiring. But yet,-Poor Claudio !—There's no remedy. Lucio. [To Isad.] Give't not o'er so: to him Come, sir.


again, entreat him;

Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown ; SCENE II.-Another Room in the same. You are too cold : if you should need a pin, Enter Provost and a Servant.

You could not with more tame a tongue desire it :

To him, I say: Serv. He's hearing of a cause ; he will come Isab. Must be needs die ? straight.


Maiden, no remedy. I'll tell him of you.

Isab. Yes; I do think that you might pardon Prov. Pray you do. [Exit Servant.] I'll know

him, His pleasure ; may be, he will relent: Alas, And neither Heaven, nor man, grieve at the mercy He hath but as offended in a dream !

Ang. I will not do't. All sects, all ages, smack of this vice; and be


But can you, if you would To die for it!

Ang. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. Enter ANGELO.

Isab. But might you do't, and do the world no Ang Now what's the matter, provost? If so your heari were touch'd with that remorse

wrong, Prov. Is it your will Claudio shall die to-mor

As mine is to him? row ? Ang. Did I not tell thee, yea? hadst thou not


He's sentenc'd ; 'tis too late. order ?

Lucio. You are too cold. [To ISABELLA. Why dost thou ask again ?

Isab. Too late ? why, no ; I, that do speak a word, Prov.

Lest I might be too rash : May call it back again : Well, believe this, Under your good correction, I have sern,

No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, When, after execution, judgment hath

Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword Repented o'er his doom.

The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Go to ; let ihat be mine :

Become them with one half so good a grace, Do you your office, or give up your place,

As mercy does. If he had been as you, And you shall well be spar'd.

And you as he, you would have slipt like him; Prov.

I crave your
bonour's pardon.-

But he, like you, would not have been so stern. What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet?

Ang. Pray you, begone. She's very near her hour.

Isab. I would to Heaven I had your potency, Ang. Dispose of ber

And you were Isabel ? should it then be thus? To some more fitter place ; and that with speed.

No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge,

And what a prisoner.
Re-enter Servant.

Lucio. Ay, touch him: there's the rein. [ Aside, Serv. Ilere is the sister of the man condemn'd,

Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law, Desires access to you.


you but waste your words.
Hach he a sister ?

Alas! alas ! Prov. Ay, my good lord ; a very virtuous maid, Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit

once ; And to be shortly of a sisterhood,

And He that might the vantage best lave touk, If not already.

Found out the remedy • How would you be, Ang. Well, let her be admitted. If he, which is the top of judgment, should

[Erit Sercanı But judge you as you are ! o, think on that; See you, the fornicatress be remov'd;

Aud merey then will breathe within your lips, Let ber have needful, but not lavish, means ;

Like man new made. There shall be order for it.


Be you content, fair mail ;

It is the law, not I, condemns your brother :
Enter Lucio and ISABELLA.

Were be my kinsman, brother, or my son,
Prov. Save your bonour! (Offering to retire. It should be thus with bim ;-)re must die to.
Ang. Stay a little while.—[To Isav.) You are
welcome : What's your will?

Isub. To-morrow? O, that's sudden! Spare him Isab. I am a woful suitor to your honour, Please but your honour hear me.

He's not prepar'd for death. Even for our kitchens Ang.

Well; what's your suit? We kill the fowl of season : shall we serve Heaven Isab. There is a vice, that most I do abhor, With less respect than we do minister And most desire should meet the blow of jus ice; To our gross selves ? Good. good my lord, bethin for which I would not plead, but that I must;





spare bim :

with you.

Who is it that hath died for this offence !

Isab. Ay, with such gifts, tbal beaven shall share There's many

have committed it. Lucio.

Ay, well said. Lucio. You had marr'd all else. Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it hath Isab. Nut with fond shekels of the tested gold, slept:

Or stones, whose rates are either rich, or po 1, Those many had not dar'd to do that evil,

As fancy values them : but with true prayers, If the first man that did the edict infringe, That shall be up at heaven, and enter there, Had answer'd for bis deed : Dow, 'tis awake; Ere sun-rise : p ayers from preserved souls, Takes note of what is done; and, like a prophet, From fasting maids, whose minds are dedicate Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils, To nothing temporal. (Esther now, or by remissness new-conceiv'd, Ang.

Well: come to me And s, in progress to be hatch'd and born,)

To-morrow, Are now to have no successive degrees,

Lucio. Go to; it is well; away. But, where they live, to end.

(Aside to ISABEL. Isab.

Yet show some pity. Isab. Heaven keep your honour safe ! Ang. I show it most of all, when I show justice; Ang

Amen: for I For then I pity those 1 do not know,

Am that way going to temptation, [Aside. Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall; Where prayers cross. And do bim right, that, answering one foul wrong, Isab.

At what hour to-morrow Lives not to act another. Be satisfied ;

Shall I attend your lordship? Your brother dies to-morrow; be content.


At any time 'fore noon. Isab. So you must be the first, that gives this Isab. Save your honour ! sentence;

(Exeunt Lucio, ISABELLA, and Provost. And he, tbat suffers : 0, it is excellent

Ang. From thee; even from thy virtue ! To have a giant's strength ; but it is tyrannous

What's this? what's this? Is this her fault, or To use it like a giant.

mine? Lucio. That's well said.

The tempter or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Isab. Could great men thunder

Not she; nor doth she tempt : but it is I,
As Jore himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, That lying by the violet, in the sun,
For every peliing, petty officer,

Do, as the carrion does, not as the flower, Would use his heaven for thunder : nothing but Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be, thunder.

That modesty muy more betray our sense Merciful Heaven!

Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous

Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak, Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary,
Than the soft myrtle ;-0, but man, proud man ! And pitch our evils there? O, fy, fy, fy!
Drest in a little brief authority;

What dost thou? or what art thou, Angelo ?
Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd,

Dost thou desire her foully, for those things His glassy essence,-like an angry ape,

That make her good ? 0, let her brother live · Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, Thieves for their robbery hive authority, As make the angels weep; who, with our spleens, When judges steal themselves. What? do I love Would all themselves laugh mortal.

her, Lucio. O, to bim, to him, wench: he will That I desire to hear her speak again, relent;

And feast upon her eyes ? ' What is't I dream on! He's coming, I perceive't.

O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint, Prov.

Pray Heaven, she win him! With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with ourself: Is that temptation, that doth goad us on Great men may jest with saints : 'tis wit in them; To sin in loving virtue : never could the strumpet, But, in the less, foul profanation.

With all her double vigour, art, and nature, Lucio. Thou’rt in the right, girl; more o' that. Once stir my temper; but this virtuouis maid

Isab. That in the captain's but a choleric word, Subdues me quite ; – Ever till now, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

When men were fond, I smil'd and wonder'd how. Lucio. Art advis'do that? niore on't.

[Exit. Ang. Why do you put these sayings upon me?

SCENE III.-A Room in a Prison.
Isab. B. cause authority, though it err like others,
Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself,

Enter Duke, habited like a Friar, and Provost. That skins the vice o'tbe top: Go to your bosom; Duke. Hail to you, provost! so, I think you are. Knock there; and ask your beart, what it dotb

Prov. I am the provost: What's your will, good know

friar? That's like my brother's fault: if it confess

Duke. Buund by my charity, and my bless'd A natural guiltiness, such as is his,

order, Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue

I come to visit the afflicted spirits Against my brother's life.

Here in the prison : do me the common right Ang.

She speaks, and ’tis

To let me see them; and to make me know Sach sense, that my sense breels with it. - – Fare The nature of their crimes, that I may minister

To them accordingly. Izab. Gentle, my lord, turn back.

Prov. I would do more than that if more were Ang. I will bethink me:- Come again 10


Enter JULIET. Isab. llark, how I'll bribe you: Good, my lord, turn back.

Look, here comes one ; a gentlewoman of mine, ing. How! bribe me!

Who falling in the flames of her own youth,

you well.


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