As fast lock'd up in sleep as guiltless labour
When it lies starkly in the traveller's bones:
He will not wake.

Let me ask my sister pardon. I am so out of love
with life that I will sue to be rid of it.

O hear me, Isabella!

Nay, hear me, Isabel.

Sweet sister, let me live:
What sin you do to save a brother's life,
Nature dispenses with the deed so far
That it becomes a virtue.

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;
To lie in cold obstruction and to rot;
This sensible warm motion to become
A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice;
To be imprison'd in ...

Death is a fearful thing.

If it were damnable, he being so wise,
Why would he for the momentary trick
Be perdurably fined? O Isabel!

Yes. Has he affections in him,
That thus can make him bite the law by the nose,
When he would force it? Sure, it is no sin,
Or of the deadly seven, it is the least.

Thanks, dear Isabel.

Thou shalt not do't.

O heavens! it cannot be.

The prenzie Angelo!

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,
And hug it in mine arms.

Let me know the point.

But in what nature?

Perpetual durance?

But is there any?

Is there no remedy?

Now, sister, what's the comfort?

Most holy sir, I thank you.

I humbly thank you.
To sue to live, I find I seek to die;
And, seeking death, find life: let it come on.

The miserable have no other medicine
But only hope:
I've hope to live, and am prepared to die.

Come, officer, away!

I thank you, good friend Lucio.

I have done so, but he's not to be found.
I prithee, Lucio, do me this kind service:
This day my sister should the cloister enter
And there receive her approbation:
Acquaint her with the danger of my state:
Implore her, in my voice, that she make friends
To ...

Unhappily, even so.
And the new deputy now for the duke--
Whether it be the fault and glimpse of newness,
Or whether that the body public be
A horse whereon the governor doth ride,
Who, newly in the seat, that it may know
He can command, lets it straight feel ...

Thus stands it with me: upon a true contract
I got possession of Julietta's bed:
You know the lady; she is fast my wife,
Save that we do the denunciation lack
Of outward order: this we came not to,
Only for propagation of a dower
Remaining in the coffer ...

One word, good friend. Lucio, a word with you.

Call it so.

No.

What but to speak of would offend again.

From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty:
As surfeit is the father of much fast,
So every scope by the immoderate use
Turns to restraint. Our natures do pursue,
Like rats that ravin down their proper bane,
A thirsty evil; and when we drink we die.

Thus can the demigod Authority
Make us pay down for our offence by weight
The words of heaven; on whom it will, it will;
On whom it will not, so; yet still 'tis just.

Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to the world?
Bear me to prison, where I am committed.