Measure for Measure

William Shakespeare
No Fear Act 3 Scene 1
No Fear Act 3 Scene 1 Page 4

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CLAUDIO

Why give you me this shame?
Think you I can a resolution fetch
From flowery tenderness? If I must die,
90I will encounter darkness as a bride,
And hug it in mine arms.

CLAUDIO

Why are you shaming me like this? Do you think I can summon my resolve from flowery, comforting speeches?
If I have to die, I will meet the darkness like a bride,
and hug it in my 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
95In base appliances. This outward-sainted deputy,
Whose settled visage and deliberate word
Nips youth i’ the head and follies doth emmew
As falcon doth the fowl, is yet a devil
His filth within being cast, he would appear
100A pond as deep as hell.

ISABELLA

Now, that’s my brother talking—like my father speaking from his grave. Yes, you must die. You’re too noble to save yourself in a shameful way. This seemingly saintly deputy, whose composed face and carefully calculated words target and attack young people like some bird of prey, is really a devil. If you drained him of all the filth inside him, you’d reveal a pond as deep as hell.

CLAUDIO

The prenzie Angelo!

CLAUDIO

The “priestly” Angelo!

ISABELLA

O, ’tis the cunning livery of hell,
The damned’st body to invest and cover
In prenzie guards! Dost thou think, Claudio?
105If I would yield him my virginity,
Thou mightst be freed.

ISABELLA

Oh, it’s a cunning disguise from hell, to cloak and cover the wickedest people in priestly clothes. Can you believe it, Claudio? If I gave him my virginity, you’d be freed.

CLAUDIO

O heavens! it cannot be.

CLAUDIO

Oh, heavens! It can’t be.

ISABELLA

Yes, he would give’t thee, from this rank offence,
So to offend him still. This night’s the time
110That I should do what I abhor to name,
Or else thou diest to-morrow.

ISABELLA

Yes, in exchange for this awful sin, he’d free you to keep on sinning. Tonight’s the time I have to do something I hate to even pronounce, or else you die tomorrow.

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