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10 Feb 2016
"What's this, what's this? Is this her fault or mine?
The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?
Not she: nor doth she tempt: but it is I
That, lying by the violet in the sun,
Do as the carrion does, not as the flower,
Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be
That modesty may more betray our sense
Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough,
Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary
And pitch our evils there? O, fie, fie, fie!
What dost thou, or what art thou, Angelo?
Dost thou desire her foully for those things
That make her good?"
All powerful, Angelo cracks down on the debauchery in Vienna. He is unmovable in his merciless decrees until a novice nun comes to plead for her brother's life and desires long thought dead in Angelo surface.
(Piece 29/30 in my 30-day challenge)