At what hour tomorrow Shall I attend your Lordship?
At what hour tomorrow
Shall I attend your Lordship?
At any time ‘fore noon.
Save your honor.
She exits, with Lucio and Provost.
O cunning enemy that, to catch a saint,
With saints dost bait thy hook.
From thee: even from thy virtue.Irony
What's this? What's this? Is this her fault, or mine?
The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most, ha?Pysma
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 flow'r,
Corrupt with virtuous season.Simile 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?
IronyDost thou desire her foully for those things
That make her good?Pysma & Metaphor O, let her brother live!Aposiopesis
Thieves for their robbery have authority
When judges steal themselves.Metaphor What, do I love her,
That I desire to hear her speak again?
And feast upon her eyes? What is't I dream on?Pysma & Anapodoton
O cunning enemy, that to catch a saint,
With saints dost Metaphorbait thy hook! IroniesMost dangerous
Is that temptation that doth goad us on
To sin in loving virtue. Never could the strumpet,
With all her double vigor, art and nature,
Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid
Subdues me quite.Apostrophe, Irony, & Hyperbatons Ever till now,
When men were fond, I smil'd and wond'red how.