The plays and poems of Shakespeare Volume 2 ; according to the improved text of Edmund Malone, including the latest revisions, with a life, glossarial ... from designs by English artists

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1851 Excerpt: ...and do the world no wrong, If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse1 As mine is to him? Ang. He's sentenced; 'tis too late. Lucio. You are too cold. to Isabella. Isa. Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a word, May call it back again. Well, believe this:2 No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace As mercy does. If he had been as you, and you as he, You would have slipp'd like him; but he, like you, 'Would not have been so stern. Ang. Pray you, begone. Isa. I would to Heaven I had your potency, And you were Isabel! should it then be thus? No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge,. And what a prisoner. Lucio. Ay,-touch him: there's the vain, aside. Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law, And you but waste your words. Isa. Alas! alas! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy. How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.1 Ang. Be you content, fair maid; It is the law, not I, condemns your brother: Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son, It should be thus with him;--he must die to-morrow. Isa. To-morrow? O, that's sudden! Spare him, spare him: He's not prepared for death! Even for our kitchens We kill the fowl of season; 2 shall we serve Heaven With less respect than we do minister To our gross selves'? Good, good my lord, bethink you: Who is it that hath uied for this offence? There's man) have committed it. Lucio. Ay, well said. Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept: Those many had not dared to do that evil...