Bound by my charity and my bless’d order, I come to visit the afflicted spirits Here in the prison: do me the common right To let me see them, and to make me know The nature of their crimes, that I may minister To them accordingly.
If it be honest you have spoke, you have courage to maintain it: I am bound to call upon you; and, I pray you, your name?
I am always bound to you.
Now, as fond fathers, Having bound up the threat’ning twigs of birch, Only to stick it in their children’s sight For terror, not to use, in time the rod Becomes more mock’d than fear’d; so our decrees, Dead to infliction, to themselves are dead; And liberty plucks justice by the nose; The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Goes all decorum.
Admit no other way to save his life,— As I subscribe not that, nor any other, But, in the loss of question,—that you, his sister, Finding yourself desir’d of such a person, Whose credit with the judge, or own great place, Could fetch your brother from the manacles Of the all-binding law; and that there were No earthly mean to save him but that either You must lay down the treasures of your body To this suppos’d, or else to let him suffer; What would you do?
] Now will I write letters to Angelo,— The provost, he shall bear them,—whose contents Shall witness to him I am near at home, And that, by great injunctions, I am bound To enter publicly: him I’ll desire To meet me at the consecrated fount, A league below the city; and from thence, By cold gradation and well-balanced form.