That Angelo….
Is an adulterous thief, An hypocrite, a virgin-violator
A due sincerity…
Govern’d his deeds, till he did look on me
O, you…
Beast! O faithless coward!…I’ll pray a thousand prayers for thy death; no word to save thee!
O just
But severe law! I had a brother then
If he had been
As you, and you as he. You would have slipp’d like him
The impression
Of keen whips I’d wear as rubies. And strip myself to death as to a bed
It’s excellent
To have a Giants strength; but it’s tyrannous to use it like a giant
Better it were a brother
died at once, than that a sister, be redeeming him, should die for ever.