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But in the gross and scope of my opinion,
This bodes some strange eruption to our state.

      — Hamlet, Act I Scene 1

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1

Measure for Measure
[I, 1]

Vincentio

5

Of government the properties to unfold,
Would seem in me to affect speech and discourse;
Since I am put to know that your own science
Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice
My strength can give you: then no more remains,
But that to your sufficiency [—]
[—] as your Worth is able,]
And let them work. The nature of our people,
Our city's institutions, and the terms
For common justice, you're as pregnant in
As art and practise hath enriched any
That we remember. There is our commission,
From which we would not have you warp. Call hither,
I say, bid come before us Angelo.
[Exit an Attendant]
What figure of us Think you he will bear?
For you must know, we have with special soul
Elected him our absence to supply,
Lent him our terror, dress'd him with our love,
And given his deputation all the organs
Of our own power: what think you of it?

2

Measure for Measure
[I, 1]

Vincentio

72

My haste may not admit it;
Nor need you, on mine honour, have to do
With any scruple; your scope is as mine own
So to enforce or qualify the laws
As to your soul seems good. Give me your hand:
I'll privily away. I love the people,
But do not like to stage me to their eyes:
Through it do well, I do not relish well
Their loud applause and Aves vehement;
Nor do I think the man of safe discretion
That does affect it. Once more, fare you well.

3

Measure for Measure
[II, 4]

Isabella

1061

When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve,
Longer or shorter, he may be so fitted
That his soul sicken not.

4

Measure for Measure
[II, 4]

Isabella

1078

Sir, believe this,
I had rather give my body than my soul.

5

Measure for Measure
[II, 4]

Angelo

1080

I talk not of your soul: our compell'd sins
Stand more for number than for accompt.

6

Measure for Measure
[II, 4]

Isabella

1089

Please you to do't,
I'll take it as a peril to my soul,
It is no sin at all, but charity.

7

Measure for Measure
[II, 4]

Angelo

1092

Pleased you to do't at peril of your soul,
Were equal poise of sin and charity.

8

Measure for Measure
[III, 1]

Vincentio

1423

The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good:
the goodness that is cheap in beauty makes beauty
brief in goodness; but grace, being the soul of
your complexion, shall keep the body of it ever
fair. The assault that Angelo hath made to you,
fortune hath conveyed to my understanding; and, but
that frailty hath examples for his falling, I should
wonder at Angelo. How will you do to content this
substitute, and to save your brother?

9

Measure for Measure
[V, 1]

Vincentio

2390

Many and hearty thankings to you both.
We have made inquiry of you; and we hear
Such goodness of your justice, that our soul
Cannot but yield you forth to public thanks,
Forerunning more requital.

10

Measure for Measure
[V, 1]

Vincentio

2438

Away with her! Poor soul,
She speaks this in the infirmity of sense.

11

Measure for Measure
[V, 1]

Vincentio

2923

There was a friar told me of this man.
Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul.
That apprehends no further than this world,
And squarest thy life according. Thou'rt condemn'd:
But, for those earthly faults, I quit them all;
And pray thee take this mercy to provide
For better times to come. Friar, advise him;
I leave him to your hand. What muffled fellow's that?

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