Measure for Measure by William Shakespeare
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Before his sister should her body stoop
To such abhorr'd pollution. Then, Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die: More than our brother is our chastity. I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request, And fit his mind to death, for his soul's rest. [Exit.] ACT III. SCENE I. A Room in the prison. [Enter DUKE, CLAUDIO, and PROVOST.] DUKE. So, then you hope of pardon from Lord Angelo? CLAUDIO. The miserable have no other medicine But only hope: I have hope to live, and am prepar'd to die. DUKE. Be absolute for death; either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life,-- If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art, |
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