Page 1134 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

ANGELO

Nay, women are frail too.

ISABELLA
Ay, as the glasses where they view themselves,
Which are as easy broke as they make forms. [125]
Women? − Help, heaven! Men their creation mar

In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times frail;
For we are soft as our complexions are,
And credulous to false prints.

ANGELO
I think it well;
And from this testimony of your own sex − [130]

Since I suppose we are made to be no stronger
Than faults may shake our frames − let me be bold.
I do arrest your words. Be that you are,

That is, a woman; if you be more, you’re none.
If you be one − as you are well express’d [135]
By all external warrants − show it now,
By putting on the destin’d livery.

ISABELLA
I have no tongue but one; gentle my lord,

Let me entreat you speak the former language.

ANGELO

Plainly conceive, I love you. [140]

ISABELLA
My brother did love Juliet,
And you tell me that he shall die for ’t.

ANGELO
He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love.

ISABELLA