... uliet, but that the lord deputy had sentenced him to die for his offence Unless, said he, You have the grace by your fair prayer to soften Angelo, and that is my business beteen you and your poor brother. Alas! said Isabel, hat poor ability is there in me to do him good I doubt I have no poer to move Angelo. Our doubts are traitors, said Lucio, and make us lose the good e might often in, by fearing to attempt it. Go to lord Angelo! hen maidens sue, and kneel, and eep, men give like gods. I ill see hat I can do, said Isabel I ill but stay to give the prioress notice of the affair, and then I ill go to Angelo. Commend me to my brother soon at night I ill send him ord of my success. Isabel hastened to the palace, and thre herself on her knees before Angelo, saying I am a oeful suitor to your honour, if it ill please your honour to hear me. ell, hat is your suit said Angelo. She then made her petition in the most moving terms for her brothers life. But Angelo said Maiden, there is no remedy your brother is sentenced, and he must die. O just, but severe la, said Isabel I had a brother then - Heaven keep your honour! and she as about to depart. But Lucio, ho had accompanied her, said Give it not over so return to him again, entreat him, kneel don before him, and hang upon his gon. You are too cold if you should need a pin, you could not ith a more tame tongue desire it. Then again Isabel on her knees implored for mercy. He is sentenced, said Angelo it is too late. Too late! said Isabel hy, no I that do speak a ord may call it back again. Believe this, my lord, no ceremony that to great ones belongs, not the kings cron, nor the deputed sord, the marshals truncheon, nor the judges robe, becomes them ith one half so good a grace as mercy does. Pray you begone, said Angelo. But still Isabel entreated and she said If my brother had been as you, and you as he, you might have slipped like him, but he, like you, ould not have been so stem. I ould to heaven I had your poer, and you ere Isabel. Should it then be thus No, I ould tell you hat it ere to be a judge, and hat a prisoner. Be content, fair maid! said Angelo it is the la, not I, condemns your brother. ere he my kinsman, my brother, or my son, it should be thus ith him. He must die to-morro. To-morro said Isabel Oh, that is sudden spare him, spare him he is not prepared for death. Even for our kitchens e kill the fol in season shall e serve Heaven ith less respect than e minister to our gross selves Good, good, my lord, bethink you, none have died for my brothers offence, though many have committed it. So you ould be the first that gives this sentence, and he the first that suffers it. Go to your on bosom, my lord knock there, and ask your heart hat it does kno that is like my brothers fault if it confess a natural guiltiness such as his is, let it not sound a thought against my brothers life! Her last ords more moved Angelo than all she had before said, for the beauty of Isabel had raised a guilty passion in his heart, and he began to form thoughts of dishonourable love, such as Claudios crime had been and the conflict in his mind made him to turn aay from Isabel but she called him back, saying Gentle my lord, turn back hark, ho I ill bribe you. Good my lord, turn back! Ho, bribe me! said Angelo, astonished that she should think of offering him a bribe. Ay, said Isabel, ith such gifts that Heaven itself shall share ith you not ith golden treasures, or those glittering stones, hose price is either rich or poor as fancy values them, but ith true prayers that shall be up to Heaven before sunrise - prayers from preserved souls, from fasting maids hose minds are dedicated to nothing temporal. ell, come to me to-morro, said Angelo. And for this short respite of her brothers life, and for this permission that she might be heard a ... Download