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Title: The comedies of William Shakespeare
Year: 1896 (1890s)
Authors: Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 Abbey, Edwin Austin, 1852-1911
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Publisher: New York : Harper and brothers
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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in, Ill make it my morn prayerTo have it added to the faults of mine,And nothing of your, answer. Aug. Nay, but hear me. Y.our sense pursues not mine: either you are ignorantOr seem so, craftily ; and thats not good. Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good,But graciously to know I am no better. Aiig. Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright,When it doth tax itself: as these black masquesProclaim an enshield beauty ten times louderThan beauty could displayed. But mark me,To be received plain, Ill speak more gross:Your brother is to die. Isab. So. Aug. And his offence is so, as it appearsAccountant to the law upon that pain. Isab. True. Aug. Admit no other way to save his life(As I subscribe not that, nor any other.But in the loss of question), that you, his sister,Finding yourself desired of such a person,Whose credit with the judge, or own great place,Could fetch your brother from the manaclesOf the all-binding law; and that there wereNo earthly mean to save him, but that either
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MEASURE FOR MEASURE 33 You must lay down the treasures of your bodyTo this supposed, or else to let him suffer;What would you do ? Isab. As much for my poor brother as myself:That is, were I under the terms of death.The impression of keen whips Id wear as rubies,And strip myself to death as to a bedThat longing I have been sick for, ere Id yieldMy body up to shame. Aug, Then must your brother die. Isab. And twere the cheaper way.Better it were a brother died at onceThan that a sister by redeeming him,Should die forever. Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the sentenceThat you have slanderd so ) Isab. Ignominy in ransom, and free pardon,Are of two houses: lawful mercy isNothing akin to foul redemption. Ang. You seem d of late to make the law a tyrant,And rather proved the sliding of your brotherA merriment than a vice. Isab. Oh, pardon me, my lord ; it oft falls out.To have what wed have, we speak not what we mean.I something do excuse the thing I hate,For his advantage that I dearly lo

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