The Bodleian First Folio

Measure for Measure. Scena Quinta. [Act 1, Scene 4] Enter Isabell and Francisca a Nun. Isa.

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And haue you Nuns no farther priuiledges? Nun. Are not these large enough? Isa. Yes truely; I speake not as desiring more, But rather wishing a more strict restraint Vpon the Sisterhood, the Votarists of Saint Clare. Lucio within. Luc.

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Hoa? peace be in this place. Isa. Who's that which cals? Nun. It is a mans voice: gentle Isabella Turne you the key, and know his businesse of him; You may; I may not: you are yet vnsworne:

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When you haue vowd, you must not speake with men, But in the presence of the Prioresse; Then if you speake, you must not show your face; Or if you show your face, you must not speake. He cals againe: I pray you answere him. Isa.

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Peace and prosperitie: who is't that cals? Luc. Haile Virgin, (if you be) as those cheeke‑Roses Proclaime you are no lesse: can you so steed me, As bring me to the sight of Isabella, A Nouice of this place, and the faire Sister

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To her vnhappie brother Claudio? Isa. Why her vnhappy Brother? Let me aske, The rather for I now must make you know I am that Isabella, and his Sister. Luc. Gentle & faire: your Brother kindly greets you;

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Not to be weary with you; he's in prison. Isa. Woe me; for what? Luc. For that, which if my selfe might be his Iudge, He should receiue his punishment, in thankes: He hath got his friend with childe. Isa.

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Sir, make me not your storie. Luc. 'Tis true; I would not, though 'tis my familiar sin, With Maids to seeme the Lapwing, and to iest Tongue, far from heart: play with all Virgins so: I hold you as a thing en‑skied, and sainted,

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By your renouncement, an imortall spirit And to be talk'd with in sincerity, As with a Saint. Isa. You doe blaspheme the good, in mocking me. Luc. Doe not beleeue it: fewnes, and truth; tis thus,

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Your brother, and his louer haue embrac'd; As those that feed, grow full: as blossoming Time That from the seednes, the bare fallow brings To teeming foyson: euen so her plenteous wombe Expresseth his full Tilth, and husbandry. Isa.

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Some o e with childe by him? my cosen Iuliet? Luc. Is she your cosen? Isa. Adoptedly, as schoole‑maids change their names By vaine, though apt affection. Luc. She it is. Isa. Oh, let him marry her. Luc.

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This is the point. The Duke is very strangely gone from hence; Bore many gentlemen (my selfe being one) In hand, and hope of action: but we doe learne, By those that know the very Nerues of State,

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His giuing‑out, were of an infinite distance From his true meant designe: vpon his place,

(And with full line of his authority) Gouernes Lord Angelo; A man, whose blood Is very snow‑broth: one, who neuer feeles

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The wanton stings, and motions of the sence; But doth rebate, and blunt his naturall edge With profits of the minde: Studie, and fast He (to giue feare to vse, and libertie, Which haue, for long, run‑by the hideous law,

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As Myce, by Lyons) hath pickt out an act, Vnder whose heauy sence, your brothers life Fals into forfeit: he arrests him on it, And followes close the rigor of the Statute To make him an example: all hope is gone,

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Vnlesse you haue the grace, by your faire praier To soften Angelo: And that's my pith of businesse 'Twixt you, and your poore brother. Isa. Doth he so, Seeke his life? Luc.

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Has censur'd him already, And as I heare, the Prouost hath a warrant For's execution. Isa. Alas: what poore Abilitie's in me, to doe him good. Luc.

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Assay the powre you haue. Isa. My power? alas, I doubt. Luc. Our doubts are traitors And makes vs loose the good we oft might win, By fearing to attempt: Goe to Lord Angelo

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And let him learne to know, when Maidens sue Men giue like gods: but when they weepe and kneele, All their petitions, are as freely theirs As they themselues would owe them. Isa. Ile see what I can doe. Luc.

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But speedily. Isa. I will about it strait; No longer staying, but to giue the Mother Notice of my affaire: I humbly thanke you: Commend me to my brother: soone at night

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Ile send him certaine word of my successe. Luc. I take my leaue of you. Isa. Good sir, adieu. Exeunt.

Actus Secundus. Scœna Prima. [Act 2, Scene 1] Enter Angelo, Escalus, and seruants, Iustice. Ang. We must not make a scar‑crow of the Law, Setting it vp to feare the Birds of prey,

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And let it keepe one shape, till custome make it Their pearch, and not their terror. Esc. I, but yet Let vs be keene, and rather cut a little Then fall, and bruise to death: alas, this gentleman

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Whom I would saue, had a most noble father, Let but your honour know (Whom I beleeue to be most strait in vertue) That in the working of your owne affections, Had time coheard with Place, or place with wishing,

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Or that the resolute acting of our blood Could haue attaind th' effect of your owne purpose, Whether you had not sometime in your life Er'd in this point, which now you censure him, And puld the Law vpon you. Ang.

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'Tis one thing to be tempted ( Escalus) Another