The Bodleian First Folio

Measure for Measure. Thou 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

[1205]

Lie hid moe thousand deaths; yet death we feare That makes these oddes, all euen. Cla. I humblie thanke you. To sue to liue, I finde I seeke to die, And seeking death, finde life: Let it come on. Enter Isabella. Isab.

[1210]

What hoa? Peace heere; Grace, and good com­ panie. Pro. Who's there? Come in, the wish deserues a welcome. Duke. Deere sir, ere long Ile visit you againe. Cla. Most holie Sir, I thanke you. Isa. My businesse is a word or two with Claudio. Pro.

[1215]

And verie welcom: looke Signior, here's your sister. Duke. Prouost, a word with you. Pro. As manie as you please. Duke. Bring them to heare me speak, where I may be conceal'd. Cla. Now sister, what's the comfort? Isa.

[1220]

Why, As all comforts are: most good, most good indeede, Lord Angelo hauing affaires to heauen Intends you for his swift Ambassador, Where you shall be an euerlasting Leiger;

[1225]

Therefore your best appointment make with speed, To Morrow you set on. Clau. Is there no remedie? Isa. None, but such remedie, as to saue a head To cleaue a heart in twaine: Clau.

[1230]

But is there anie? Isa. Yes brother, you may liue; There is a diuellish mercie in the Iudge, If you'l implore it, that will free your life, But fetter you till death. Cla.

[1235]

Perpetuall durance? Isa. I iust, perpetuall durance, a restraint Through all the worlds vastiditie you had To a determin'd scope. Clau. But in what nature? Isa.

[1240]

In such a one, as you consenting too't, Would barke your honor from that trunke you beare, And leaue you naked. Clau. Let me know the point. Isa. Oh, I do feare thee Claudio, and I quake,

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Least thou a feauorous life shouldst entertaine, And six or seuen winters more respect Then a perpetuall Honor. Dar'st thou die? The sence of death is most in apprehension, And the poore Beetle that we treade vpon

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In corporall sufferance, finds a pang as great, As when a Giant dies. Cla. Why giue you me this shame? Thinke you I can a resolution fetch From flowrie tendernesse? If I must die,

[1255]

I will encounter darknesse as a bride, And hugge it in mine armes. Isa. There spake my brother: there my fathers graue Did vtter forth a voice. Yes, thou must die: Thou art too noble, to conserue a life

[1260]

In base appliances. This outward sainted Deputie, Whose setled visage, and deliberate word Nips 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

[1265]

A pond, as deepe as hell. Cla. The prenzie, Angelo? Isa. Oh 'tis the cunning Liuerie of hell, The damnest bodie to inuest, and couer In prenzie gardes; dost thou thinke Claudio,

[1270]

If I would yeeld him my virginitie Thou might'st be freed? Cla. 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

[1275]

That I should do what I abhorre to name, Or else thou diest to morrow. Clau. Thou shalt not do't. Isa. O, were it but my life, I'de throw it downe for your deliuerance

[1280]

As frankely as a pin. Clau. Thankes deere Isabell. Isa. 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,

[1285]

When he would force it? Sure it is no sinne, Or of the deadly seuen it is the least. Isa. Which is the least? Cla. If it were damnable, he being so wise, Why would he for the momentarie tricke

[1290]

Be perdurablie fin'de? Oh Isabell. Isa. What saies my brother? Cla. Death is a fearefull thing. Isa. And shamed life, a hatefull. Cla. I, but to die, and go we know not where,

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To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot, This sensible warme motion, to become A kneaded clod; And the delighted spirit To bath in fierie floods, or to recide In thrilling Region of thicke‑ribbed Ice,

[1300]

To be imprison'd in the viewlesse windes And blowne with restlesse violence round about The pendant world: or to be worse then worst Of those, that lawlesse and incertaine thought, Imagine howling, 'tis too horrible.

[1305]

The weariest, and most loathed worldly life That Age, Ache, periury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a Paradise To what we feare of death. Isa. Alas, alas. Cla.

[1310]

Sweet Sister, let me liue. What sinne you do, to saue a brothers life, Nature dispenses with the deede so farre, That it becomes a vertue. Isa. Oh you beast,

[1315]

Oh faithlesse Coward, oh dishonest wretch, Wilt thou be made a man, out of my vice? Is't not a kinde of Incest, to take life From thine owne sisters shame? What should I thinke, Heauen shield my Mother plaid my Father faire:

[1320]

For such a warped slip of wildernesse Nere issu'd from his blood. Take my defiance, Die, perish: Might but my bending downe Repreeue thee from thy fate, it should proceede. Ile pray a thousand praiers for thy death,

[1325]

No word to saue thee. Cla. Nay heare me Isabell. Isa. Oh fie, fie, fie: Thy sinn's not accidentall, but a Trade; Mercie