Measure for Measure.And doe him right, that answering one foule wrongLiues not to act another. Be satisfied;Your Brother dies to morrow; be content.Isab.So you must be
the first that giues this sentence,
And hee, that suffers: Oh, it is excellentTo haue a Giants strength: but it is tyrannousTo vse it like a Giant.Luc.That's well said.Isab.Could great men thunder
Ioue himselfe do's,
Ioue would neuer be quiet,
For euery pelting petty OfficerWould vse his heauen for thunder;Nothing but thunder: Mercifull heauen,Thou rather with thy sharpe and sulpherous bolt
Splits the vn‑wedgable and gnarled Oke,Then the soft Mertill: But man, proud man,Drest in a little briefe authoritie,Most ignorant of what he's most
(His glassie Essence) like an angry Ape
Plaies such phantastique tricks before high heauen,As makes the Angels weepe: who with our spleenes,Would all themselues laugh mortall.Luc.Oh, to him, to him wench: he will relent,Hee's comming: I perceiue't.Pro.
Pray heauen she win him.Isab.We cannot weigh our brother with our selfe,Great men may iest with Saints: tis wit in them,But in the lesse fowle prophanation.Luc.Thou'rt i'th right (Girle) more o'that.Isab.
That in the Captaine's but a chollericke word,Which in the Souldier is flat blasphemie.Luc.Art auis'd o'that? more on't.Ang.Why doe you put these sayings vpon me?Isab.Because Authoritie, though it erre like others,
Hath yet a kinde of medicine in it selfeThat skins the vice o'th top; goe to your bosome,Knock there, and aske your heart what it doth knowThat's like my brothers fault: if it confesseA naturall guiltinesse, such as is his,
Let it not sound a thought vpon your tongueAgainst my brothers life.Ang.Shee speakes, and 'tis such senceThat my Sence breeds with it; fare you well.Isab.Gentle my Lord, turne backe.Ang.
I will bethinke me: come againe to morrow.Isa.Hark, how Ile bribe you: good my Lord turn back.Ang.How? bribe me?Is.I, with such gifts that heauen shall share with you.Luc.You had mar'd all else.Isab.
Not with fond Sickles of the tested‑gold,Or Stones, whose rate are either rich, or pooreAs fancie values them: but with true prayers,That shall be vp at heauen, and enter thereEre Sunne rise: prayers from preserued soules,
From fasting Maides, whose mindes are dedicateTo nothing temporall.Ang.Well: come to me to morrow.Luc.Goe to: 'tis well; away.Isab.Heauen keepe your honour safe.Ang.
Amen.For I am that way going to temptation,Where prayers crosse.Isab.At what hower to morrow,Shall I attend your Lordship?Ang.
Ang.From thee: euen from thy vertue.What's this? what's this? is this her fault, or
The Tempter, or the Tempted, who sins most? ha?
Not she: nor doth she tempt: but it is I,That, lying by the Violet in the Sunne,Doe as the Carrion do's, not as the flowre,Corrupt with vertuous season: Can it be,That Modesty may more betray our Sence
Then womans lightnesse? hauing waste ground enough,Shall we desire to raze the SanctuaryAnd pitch our euils there? oh fie, fie, fie:What dost thou? or what art thou
Angelo?Dost thou desire her fowly, for those things
That make her good? oh, let her brother liue:Theeues for their robbery haue authority,When Iudges steale themselues: what, doe I loue her,That I desire to heare her speake againe?And feast vpon her eyes? what is't I dreame on?
Oh cunning enemy, that to catch a Saint,With Saints dost bait thy hooke: most dangerousIs that temptation, that doth goad vs onTo sinne, in louing vertue: neuer could the StrumpetWith all her double vigor, Art, and Nature
Once stir my temper: but this vertuous MaidSubdues me quite: Euer till nowWhen men were fond, I smild, and wondred how.Exit.
[Act 2, Scene 3]
Enter Duke and
Duke.Haile to you,
Prouost, so I thinke you are.
Pro.I am the Prouost: whats your will, good Frier?Duke.
Bound by my charity, and my blest order,I come to visite the afflicted spiritsHere in the prison: doe me the common rightTo let me see them: and to make me knowThe nature of their crimes, that I may minister
To them accordingly.Pro.I would do more then that, if more were needfullEnter Iuliet.Looke here comes one: a Gentlewoman of mine,Who falling in the flawes of her owne youth,Hath blisterd her report: She is with childe,
And he that got it, sentenc'd: a yong man,More fit to doe another such offence,Then dye for this.Duk.When must he dye?Pro.As I do thinke to morrow.
I haue prouided for you, stay a whileAnd you shall be conducted.Duk.Repent you (faire one) of the sin you carry?Iul.I doe; and beare the shame most patiently.Du.Ile teach you how you shal araign your
And try your penitence, if it be sound,Or hollowly put on.Iul.Ile gladly learne.Duk.Loue you the man that wrong'd you?Iul.Yes, as I loue the woman that wrong'd him.Duk.
So then it seemes your most offence full actWas mutually committed.Iul.Mutually.Duk.Then was your sin of heauier kinde then his.Iul.I doe confesse it, and repent it (Father.)Du.