A Nunnery. |
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Enter ISABELLA and FRANCISCA. |
| Isab. And have you nuns no further privileges? |
| Fran. Are not these large enough? |
| Isab. Yes, truly: I speak not as desiring more, |
| But rather wishing a more strict restraint |
| Upon the sisterhood, the votarists of Saint Clare. |
| Lucio. [Within.] Ho! Peace be in this place! |
| Isab. Who's that which calls? |
| Fran. It is a man's voice. Gentle Isabella, |
| Turn you the key, and know his business of him: |
| You may, I may not; you are yet unsworn. |
| When you have vow'd, you must not speak with men |
| But in the presence of the prioress: |
| Then, if you speak, you must not show your face, |
| Or, if you show your face, you must not speak. |
| He calls again; I pray you, answer him. [Exit. |
| Isab. Peace and Prosperity! Who is't that calls? |
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Enter LUCIO. |
| Lucio. Hail, virgin, if you be, as those cheekroses |
| Proclaim you are no less! Can you so stead me |
| As bring me to the sight of Isabella, |
| A novice of this place, and the fair sister |
| To her unhappy brother Claudio? |
| Isab. Why 'her unhappy brother?' let me ask; |
| The rather for I now must make you know |
| I am that Isabella and his sister. |
| Lucio. Gentle and fair, your brother kindly greets you: |
| Not to be weary with you, he's in prison. |
| Isab. Woe me! for what? |
| Lucio. For that which, if myself might be his judge, |
| He should receive his punishment in thanks: |
| He hath got his friend with child. |
| Isab. Sir, make me not your story. |
| Lucio. It is true. |
| I would not, though 'tis my familiar sin |
| With maids to seem the lapwing and to jest, |
| Tongue far from heart, play with all virgins so: |
| I hold you as a thing ensky'd and sainted; |
| By your renouncement an immortal spirit, |
| And to be talk'd with in sincerity, |
| As with a saint. |
| Isab. You do blaspheme the good in mocking me. |
| Lucio. Do not believe it. Fewness and truth, 'tis thus: |
| Your brother and his lover have embrac'd: |
| As those that feed grow full, as blossoming time |
| That from the seedness the bare fallow brings |
| To teeming foison, even so her plenteous womb |
| Expresseth his full tilth and husbandry. |
| Isab. Some one with child by him? My cousin Juliet? |
| Lucio. Is she your cousin? |
| Isab. Adoptedly; as school-maids change their names |
| By vain, though apt affection. |
| Lucio. She it is. |
| Isab. O! let him marry her. |
| Lucio. This is the point. |
| The duke is very strangely gone from hence; |
| Bore many gentlemen, myself being one, |
| In hand and hope of action; but we do learn |
| By those that know the very nerves of state, |
| His givings out were of an infinite distance |
| From his true-meant design. Upon his place, |
| And with full line of his authority, |
| Governs Lord Angelo; a man whose blood |
| Is very snow-broth; one who never feels |
| The wanton stings and motions of the sense, |
| But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge |
| With profits of the mind, study and fast. |
| He,—to give fear to use and liberty, |
| Which have for long run by the hideous law, |
| As mice by lions, hath pick'd out an act, |
| Under whose heavy sense your brother's life |
| Falls into forfeit: he arrests him on it, |
| And follows close the rigour of the statute, |
| To make him an example. All hope is gone, |
| Unless you have the grace by your fair prayer |
| To soften Angelo; and that's my pith of business |
| Twixt you and your poor brother. |
| Isab. Doth he so seek his life? |
| Lucio. He's censur'd him |
| Already; and, as I hear, the provost hath |
| A warrant for his execution. |
| Isab. Alas! what poor ability's in me |
| To do him good? |
| Lucio. Assay the power you have. |
| Isab. My power? alas! I doubt— |
| Lucio. Our doubts are traitors, |
| And make us lose the good we oft might win, |
| By fearing to attempt. Go to Lord Angelo, |
| And let him learn to know, when maidens sue, |
| Men give like gods; but when they weep and kneel, |
| All their petitions are as freely theirs |
| As they themselves would owe them. |
| Isab. I'll see what I can do. |
| Lucio. But speedily. |
| Isab. I will about it straight; |
| No longer staying but to give the Mother |
| Notice of my affair. I humbly thank you: |
| Commend me to my brother; soon at night |
| I'll send him certain word of my success. |
| Lucio. I take my leave of you. |
| Isab. Good sir, adieu. [Exeunt. |
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