Angelo, There is a kind of character in thy life
There is a kind of character in thy life,
That to th' observer doth thy history
AlliterationFully unfoldHyperbaton. Thyself and thy belongings
Are not thine own so properAnastrophe as to waste
Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee.
Heaven doth with us as we with torches do,
Not light them for themselvesSimile; for if our virtues
Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike
As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd
But to fine issues; nor Nature never lendsAlliteration
The smallest scruple of her excellence,
But like a thrifty goddess, she determines
Herself the glory of a creditorSimile,
Both thanks and use. But I do bend my speech
To one that can my part in him advertise.Hyperbaton
Hold therefore, Angelo,
In our remove be thou at full ourself.Anastrophe
Mortality and mercy in Vienna
Live in thy tongue and heart.Synecdoche Old Escalus,
Though first in question, is thy secondary.
Take thy commission.