PLATE XV.

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                Ad II. Scene IV

        A ROOM IN ANGELO'S HOUSE.


           ISABELLA and ANGEL 0.


   Zsabella.-I have no tongue but one: gentle my lord,
Let me entreat you speak the former language.

   A~gelo.-PLainly conceive, I love you.

   Lsal'ella.-My brother did love Juliet,
And you tell me that he shall die for it.

   Angelo.-He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love.

   Lsa6ellc,-I know your virtue hath a license in't,
Which seems a little fouler than it is,
To pluck on others.
    Angelo.-    Believe me, on mine honour,
My words express my purpose.

    Isabe i/a .-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 outstretch'd throat I'll tell the world aloud
What man thou art.


        Pain/ed by ROBERT SMIRKE, R. A.