Isabella Side Flashcards
(20 cards)
Your brother cannot live.
Even so. Heaven keep your honour!
How now fair maid?
I am come to know your pleasure
Yet he must die.
Under your sentence?
Yea
When, I beseech you? That in his reprieve,
Longer or shorter, he may be so fitted
That his soul sicken not
Restrained means/ to make a false one
‘Tis set down so in heaven, but not in earth
As she that he hath stained?
Sir, believe this,
I had rather give my body than my soul
For number than for accompt
How say you?
And that’s not good
Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good
But graciously to know I am no better
Your brother is to die
So
Law upon that pain
True
What would you do?
As much for my poor brother as myself;
That is, were I under the terms of death
The impression of keen whips I’d wear as rubies
And strip myself to death, as to a bed
That longing have been sick for, ere I’d yield
My body up to shame
Then your brother must die
And ‘twere the cheaper way:
Better it were a brother died at once
Than that a sister, by redeeming him
Should die for ever
That you have slander’d so?
Ignomy in random and free person
Are of two houses: lawful mercy
Is nothing kin to foul redemption
A merriment than a vice
O pardon me my lord; it off falls out
To have what we would have, we speak not what we mean
I something do excuse the thing I hate
For his advantage that I dearly love
We are a frail
Else let my brother die
If not a feodary but only he
Owe and succeed thy weekness
May women are frail too
Ay as the glasses where they view themselves
Which are as easy broke as they make forms
Women! Help Heaven! Men their creation mar
In profiting by them. Nay call us ten times frail;
For we are soft as our complexions are
And credulous to false prints
By putting on the destined livery
I have no you be but one; gentle my lord
Let me entreat you to speak the former language
Plainly conceive I love you
My brother did love Juliet
And you tell me that he shall die for it
If you give me love
I know your virtue hath a license in’t
Which seems a little fouler than it is
To pluck in others
My words express my purpose
Ha! Little honour to be much believed
And most pernicious purpose! Seeming, seeming!
I will proclaim thee Angelo; look for’t
Sign me a present pardon for my brother
Or with an outstretched throat I’ll tell the world aloud
What man thou art.
