Page 1141 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.

CLAUDIO
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 [85]
And hug it in mine arms.

ISABELLA
There spake my brother: there my father’s grave
Did utter forth a voice. Yes, thou must die.

Thou art too noble to conserve a life
In base appliances. This outward-sainted deputy, [90]
Whose settl’d visage and deliberate word
Nips youth i’th’head and follies doth enew

As falcon doth the fowl, is yet a devil:
His filth within being cast, he would appear
A pond as deep as hell.

CLAUDIO
The precise Angelo! [95]

ISABELLA
O, ’tis the cunning livery of hell

The damnedst body to invest and cover
In precise guards! Dost thou think, Claudio,
If I would yield him my virginity
Thou mightst be freed?

CLAUDIO
O heavens, it cannot be! [100]

ISABELLA
Yes, he would give’t thee, from this rank offence,
So to offend him still. This night’s the time