What's yet in this That bears the name of life? Yet in this life Lie hid moe thousand deaths: yet death we fear, That makes these odds all even. I humbly thank you. To sue to live, I find I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life: let it come on. What, ho! Peace here; grace and good company! Who's there? come in: the wish deserves a welcome. Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you again. Most holy sir, I thank you. My business is a word or two with Claudio. And very welcome. Look, signior, here's your sister. Provost, a word with you. As many as you please. Bring me to hear them speak, where I may be concealed. Now, sister, what's the comfort? 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; To-morrow you set on. Is there no remedy? None, but such remedy as, to save a head, To cleave a heart in twain. But is there any? 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. Perpetual durance? Ay, just; perpetual durance, a restraint, Though all the world's vastidity you had, To a determined scope. But in what nature? In such a one as, you consenting to't, Would bark your honour from that trunk you bear, And leave you naked. Let me know the point. O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake, Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Darest thou die? 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. Why give you me this shame? Think you I can a resolution fetch From flowery tenderness? If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, And hug it in mine arms. There spake my brother; there my father's grave Did utter forth a voice. Yes, thou must die: Thou art too noble to conserve a life In base appliances. This outward-sainted deputy, Whose settled visage and deliberate word Nips youth i' the head and follies doth emmew As falcon doth the fowl, is yet a devil His filth within being cast, he would appear A