Page 1118 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

O just but severe law!
I had a brother, then: heaven keep your honour.
[Going.]

LUCIO
[to Isabella]
Give’t not o’er so. − To him again, entreat him,

Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown;
You are too cold. If you should need a pin, [45]
You could not with more tame a tongue desire it.

To him, I say.

ISABELLA

Must he needs die?

ANGELO
Maiden, no remedy.

ISABELLA
Yes: I do think that you might pardon him,
And neither heaven nor man grieve at the mercy. [50]

ANGELO
I will not do’t.

ISABELLA
But can you if you would?

ANGELO
Look what I will not, that I cannot do.

ISABELLA
But might you do’t, and do the world no wrong,
If so your heart were touch’d with that remorse
As mine is to him?

ANGELO