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Measure for Measure
[I, 2] |
Claudio |
210 |
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.
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2 |
Measure for Measure
[II, 2] |
Isabella |
794 |
O just but severe law!
I had a brother, then. Heaven keep your honour!
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3 |
Measure for Measure
[II, 4] |
Angelo |
1073 |
Say you so? then I shall pose you quickly.
Which had you rather, that the most just law
Now took your brother's life; or, to redeem him,
Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness
As she that he hath stain'd?
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4 |
Measure for Measure
[III, 1] |
Isabella |
1295 |
Ay, just; perpetual durance, a restraint,
Though all the world's vastidity you had,
To a determined scope.
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5 |
Measure for Measure
[IV, 2] |
Vincentio |
1974 |
Not so, not so; his life is parallel'd
Even with the stroke and line of his great justice:
He doth with holy abstinence subdue
That in himself which he spurs on his power
To qualify in others: were he meal'd with that
Which he corrects, then were he tyrannous;
But this being so, he's just.
[Knocking within]
Now are they come.
[Exit Provost]
This is a gentle provost: seldom when
The steeled gaoler is the friend of men.
[Knocking within]
How now! what noise? That spirit's possessed with haste
That wounds the unsisting postern with these strokes.
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6 |
Measure for Measure
[IV, 3] |
Provost |
2188 |
Here in the prison, father,
There died this morning of a cruel fever
One Ragozine, a most notorious pirate,
A man of Claudio's years; his beard and head
Just of his colour. What if we do omit
This reprobate till he were well inclined;
And satisfy the deputy with the visage
Of Ragozine, more like to Claudio?
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7 |
Measure for Measure
[V, 1] |
Isabella |
2440 |
O prince, I conjure thee, as thou believest
There is another comfort than this world,
That thou neglect me not, with that opinion
That I am touch'd with madness! Make not impossible
That which but seems unlike: 'tis not impossible
But one, the wicked'st caitiff on the ground,
May seem as shy, as grave, as just, as absolute
As Angelo; even so may Angelo,
In all his dressings, characts, titles, forms,
Be an arch-villain; believe it, royal prince:
If he be less, he's nothing; but he's more,
Had I more name for badness.
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8 |
Measure for Measure
[V, 1] |
Mariana |
2607 |
Why, just, my lord, and that is Angelo,
Who thinks he knows that he ne'er knew my body,
But knows he thinks that he knows Isabel's.
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