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So then you hope of pardon from Lord Angelo?

Duke, as Friar
So then you hope of pardon from Lord Angelo?
The miserable have no other medicine
But only hope.
I have hope to live and am prepared to die.Antithesis

To sue to live, I find I seek to die,
And seeking death, find life. Let it come on.

Duke, as Friar
Be absolute for death: either death or life
Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life:Personification
If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing
That none but fools would keep. A breath thou art,
Servile to all the skyey influences,
That dost this habitation where thou keep'st
Hourly afflict.Metaphor & Hyperbaton
Merely, thou art death's fool,
For him thou labor'st by thy flight to shun,
And yet run'st toward him still.Paradox
Thou art not noble,
For all th' accommodations that thou bear'st
Are nurs'd by baseness. Thou'rt by no means valiant,
For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork
Of a poor worm. Thy best of rest is sleep,
And that thou oft provok'st, yet grossly fear'st
Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself,
For thou exists on many a thousand grains
That issue out of dust. Happy thou art not,
For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get,
And what thou hast, forget'st.Antithesis
 Thou art not certain,
For thy complexion shifts to strange effects,
After the moon.Simile
If thou art rich, thou'rt poor,Paradox
For like an ass, whose back with ingots bows,
Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey,
And death unloads thee.Simile
Friend hast thou none,
For thine own bowels, which do call thee sire,Metonymy
The mere effusion of thy proper loins,
Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum
For ending thee no sooner. Thou hast nor youth nor age,
But as it were an after-dinner's sleep,
Dreaming on bothSimile
, for all thy blessed youth
Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms
Of palsied eld;Personification
and when thou art old and rich,
Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty,
To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this
That bears the name of life?Rhetorical Question
Yet in this life
Lie hid more thousand deaths; yet death we fear
That makes these odds all even.
I humbly thank you.
To sue to live, I find I seek to die,
And seeking death, find lifeAntimetabole & Paradox
. Let it come on.