In the guilty conflict in his mind Angelo suffered more that night, than the prisoner he had so severely sentenced; for in the prison Claudio was visited by the good duke, who in his friar’s habit taught the young man the way to Heaven, preaching to him the words of penitence and peace.  But Angelo felt all the pangs of irresolute guilt:  now wishing to seduce Isabel from the paths of innocence and honour, and now suffering remorse and horror for a crime as yet but intentional.  But in the end his evil thoughts prevailed; and he who had so lately started at the offer of a bribe resolved to tempt this maiden with so high a bribe, as she might not be able to resist, even with the precious gift of her dear brother’s life.

When Isabel came in the morning, Angelo desired she might be admitted alone to his presence; and being there, he said to her, if she would yield to him her virgin honour, and transgress even as Juliet had done with Claudio, he would give her her brother’s life:  “for,” said he, “I love you, Isabel.”  “My brother,” said Isabel, “did so love Juliet, and yet you tell me he shall die for it.”  “But,” said Angelo, “Claudio shall not die, if you will consent to visit me by stealth at night, even as Juliet left her father’s house at night to come to Claudio.”  Isabel in amazement at his words, that he should tempt her to the same fault for which he passed sentence of death upon her brother, said, “I would do as much for my poor brother as for myself; that is, were I under sentence of death, the impression of keen whips I would wear as rubies, and go to my death as to a bed that longing I had been sick for, ere I would yield myself up to this shame.”  And then she told him, she hoped he only spoke these words to try her virtue.  But he said, “Believe me on my honour, my words express my purpose.”  Isabel, angered to the heart to hear him use the word Honour to express such dishonourable purposes, said, “Ha! little honour, to be much believed; and most pernicious purpose.  I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look for it!  Sign me a present pardon for my brother, or I will tell the world aloud what man thou art!” “Who will believe you, Isabel?” said Angelo:  “my unsoiled name, the austereness of my life, my word vouched against yours, will outweigh your accusation.  Redeem your brother by yielding to my will, or he shall die to-morrow.  As for you, say what you can, my false will overweigh your true story.  Answer me to-morrow.”

“To whom should I complain?  Did I tell this, who would believe me?” said Isabel, as she went towards the dreary prison where her brother was confined.  When she arrived there, her brother was in pious conversation with the duke, who in his friar’s habit had also visited Juliet, and brought both these guilty lovers to a proper sense of their fault; and unhappy Juliet with tears and a true remorse confessed, that she was more to blame than Claudio, in that she willingly consented to his dishonourable solicitations.