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Measure for Measure
[I, 1] |
Vincentio |
5 |
Of government the properties to unfold,
Would seem in me to affect speech and discourse;
Since I am put to know that your own science
Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice
My strength can give you: then no more remains,
But that to your sufficiency [—]
[—] as your Worth is able,]
And let them work. The nature of our people,
Our city's institutions, and the terms
For common justice, you're as pregnant in
As art and practise hath enriched any
That we remember. There is our commission,
From which we would not have you warp. Call hither,
I say, bid come before us Angelo.
[Exit an Attendant]
What figure of us Think you he will bear?
For you must know, we have with special soul
Elected him our absence to supply,
Lent him our terror, dress'd him with our love,
And given his deputation all the organs
Of our own power: what think you of it?
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2 |
Measure for Measure
[I, 2] |
Pompey |
186 |
All houses in the suburbs of Vienna must be plucked down.
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3 |
Measure for Measure
[I, 2] |
Provost |
232 |
Away, sir! you must go.
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4 |
Measure for Measure
[I, 4] |
Francisca |
356 |
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.
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5 |
Measure for Measure
[I, 4] |
Isabella |
372 |
Why 'her unhappy brother'? let me ask,
The rather for I now must make you know
I am that Isabella and his sister.
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6 |
Measure for Measure
[II, 1] |
Angelo |
453 |
We must not make a scarecrow of the law,
Setting it up to fear the birds of prey,
And let it keep one shape, till custom make it
Their perch and not their terror.
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7 |
Measure for Measure
[II, 1] |
Angelo |
470 |
'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus,
Another thing to fall. I not deny,
The jury, passing on the prisoner's life,
May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two
Guiltier than him they try. What's open made to justice,
That justice seizes: what know the laws
That thieves do pass on thieves? 'Tis very pregnant,
The jewel that we find, we stoop and take't
Because we see it; but what we do not see
We tread upon, and never think of it.
You may not so extenuate his offence
For I have had such faults; but rather tell me,
When I, that censure him, do so offend,
Let mine own judgment pattern out my death,
And nothing come in partial. Sir, he must die.
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8 |
Measure for Measure
[II, 2] |
Isabella |
779 |
There is a vice that most I do abhor,
And most desire should meet the blow of justice;
For which I would not plead, but that I must;
For which I must not plead, but that I am
At war 'twixt will and will not.
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9 |
Measure for Measure
[II, 2] |
Isabella |
802 |
Must he needs die?
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10 |
Measure for Measure
[II, 2] |
Angelo |
841 |
Be you content, fair maid;
It is the law, not I condemn your brother:
Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son,
It should be thus with him: he must die tomorrow.
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11 |
Measure for Measure
[II, 2] |
Isabella |
870 |
So you must be the first that gives this sentence,
And he, that suffer's. O, it is excellent
To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous
To use it like a giant.
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12 |
Measure for Measure
[II, 3] |
Vincentio |
981 |
When must he die?
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13 |
Measure for Measure
[II, 3] |
Vincentio |
1006 |
There rest.
Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow,
And I am going with instruction to him.
Grace go with you, Benedicite!
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14 |
Measure for Measure
[II, 3] |
Juliet |
1011 |
Must die to-morrow! O injurious love,
That respites me a life, whose very comfort
Is still a dying horror!
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15 |
Measure for Measure
[II, 4] |
Angelo |
1037 |
Teach her the way.
[Exit Servant]
O heavens!
Why does my blood thus muster to my heart,
Making both it unable for itself,
And dispossessing all my other parts
Of necessary fitness?
So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons;
Come all to help him, and so stop the air
By which he should revive: and even so
The general, subject to a well-wish'd king,
Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness
Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love
Must needs appear offence.
[Enter ISABELLA]
How now, fair maid?
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16 |
Measure for Measure
[II, 4] |
Angelo |
1057 |
Yet may he live awhile; and, it may be,
As long as you or I. yet he must die.
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17 |
Measure for Measure
[II, 4] |
Angelo |
1114 |
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 manacles
Of the all-building law; and that there were
No earthly mean to save him, but that either
You must lay down the treasures of your body
To this supposed, or else to let him suffer;
What would you do?
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18 |
Measure for Measure
[II, 4] |
Angelo |
1131 |
Then must your brother die.
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19 |
Measure for Measure
[II, 4] |
Angelo |
1185 |
Who will believe thee, Isabel?
My unsoil'd name, the austereness of my life,
My vouch against you, and my place i' the state,
Will so your accusation overweigh,
That you shall stifle in your own report
And smell of calumny. I have begun,
And now I give my sensual race the rein:
Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite;
Lay by all nicety and prolixious blushes,
That banish what they sue for; redeem thy brother
By yielding up thy body to my will;
Or else he must not only die the death,
But thy unkindness shall his death draw out
To lingering sufferance. Answer me to-morrow,
Or, by the affection that now guides me most,
I'll prove a tyrant to him. As for you,
Say what you can, my false o'erweighs your true.
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20 |
Measure for Measure
[III, 1] |
Claudio |
1311 |
Why give you me this shame?
Think you I can a resolution fetch
From flowery tenderness? If I must die,
I will encounter darkness as a bride,
And hug it in mine arms.
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