“O, fie, fie, fie!
What dost thou, or what art thou, Angelo? Dost thou desire her foully for those things II. 2.
175 That make her good? O, let her brother live: Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves.
What, do I love her,
That I desire to hear her speak again, And feast upon her eyes? What is't I dream on?
180 O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint, With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous”