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Lent him our terror,
I hold you as a thing ensky'd and sainted.
Your brother and his lover have embraced:
lying by the violet in the sun,
What, do I love her,
That I desire to hear her speak again, And feast upon her eyes?
To sin in loving virtue:
O injurious love,
That respites me a life, whose very comfort Is still a dying horror!
Heaven in my mouth,
One Isabel, a sister,
Yet may he live awhile; and, it may be, As long as you or I yet he must die.
Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness
You must lay down the treasures of your body
Plainly conceive, I love you. ISABELLA My brother did love Juliet, And you tell me that he shall die for it. ANGELO He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love.
Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite;
redeem thy brother By yielding up thy body to my will;
Answer me to-morrow, Or, by the affection that now guides me most, I'll prove a tyrant to him.
And fit his mind to death, for his soul's rest.
flowery tenderness?
If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride,
DUKE VINCENTIO Know you this woman? LUCIO Carnally, she says.
He knew me as a wife.
O most kind maid,
What's mine is yours and what is yours is mine. So, bring us to our palace; where we'll show What's yet behind, that's meet you all should know.
