Measure For Measure

Front 1

Now sister what's the comfort?

Back 1

Why, as all comforts are most good, most good indeed.

Lord Angelo, having affairs to heaven,

Intends you for his swift ambassador,

Where you shall be an everlasting leiger:

Therefore your best appointment make with speed

Tomorrow you set on.

Front 2

Is there no remedy?

Back 2

None, but such remedy as, to save a head,

To cleave a heart in twain.

Front 3

But is there any?

Back 3

Yes, brother, you may live,

There is a devilish mercy in the judge,

If you'll implore it, that will free your life,

But fetter you till death.

Front 4

Perpetual durance?

Back 4

I, just; perpetual durance, a restraint,

Though all the world's vastidity you had,

To a determined scope.

Front 5

But in what nature?

Back 5

In such a one, as you consenting to it would bark your honor from that trunk you bare and leave you naked.

Front 6

Let me know the point.

Back 6

Oh, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake,

Lest thou a feverous life should entertain,

And 6 or 7 winters more respect

Than a perpetual honor. Darest thou die?

Front 7

Darest thou die?

Back 7

The sense of death is most in apprehension;

And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,

In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great

As when a giant dies.