Lucio then told her, Claudio was imprisoned for seducing a young maiden. 'Ah,' said she, 'I fear it is my cousin Juliet.' Juliet and Isabel were not related, but they called each other cousin in remembrance of their school days' friendship; and as Isabel knew that Juliet loved Claudio, she feared she had been led by her affection for him into this transgression. 'She it is,' replied Lucio. 'Why then, let my brother marry Juliet,' said Isabel. Lucio replied that Claudio would gladly marry Juliet, but that the lord deputy had sentenced him to die for his offence; 'Unless,' said he, 'you have the grace by your fair prayer to soften Angelo, and that is my business between you and your poor brother.' 'Alas!' said Isabel, 'what poor ability is there in me to do him good? I doubt I have no power to move Angelo.' 'Our doubts are traitors,' said Lucio, 'and make us lose the good we might often win, by fearing to attempt it. Go to lord Angelo! When maidens sue, and kneel, and weep, men give like gods.' 'I will see what I can do,' said Isabel: 'I will but stay to give the prioress notice of the affair, and then I will go to Angelo. Command me to my brother: soon at night I will send him word of my success.' Isabel hastened to the palace, and threw herself on her knees before Angelo, saying: 'I am a woeful suitor to your honour, if it will please your honour to hear me.' 'Well, what is your suit?' said Angelo. She then made her petition in the most moving terms for her brother's life. But Angelo said: 'Maiden, there is no remedy; your brother is sentenced, and he must die.' 'O just, but severe law,' said Isabel: 'I had a brother then-- Heaven keep your honour!' and she was about to depart. But Lucio, who had accompanied her, said: 'Give it not over so; return to him again, entreat him, kneel down before him, hang upon his gown. You are too cold; if you should need a pin, you could not with a more tame tongue desire it.' Then again Isabel on her knees implored for mercy. 'He is sentenced,' said Angelo: 'it is too late.' 'Too later' said Isabel: 'Why, no: I that do speak a word may call it back again. Believe this, my lord, no ceremony that to great ones belongs, not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, the marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, becomes them with one half so good a grace as mercy does.' 'Pray you begone,' said Angelo. But still Isabel entreated, and she said: 'If my brother had been as you, and you as he, you might have slipped like him, but he, like you, would not have been so stern. I would to heaven I had your power, and you were Isabel. Should it then be thus? No. I would tell you what it were to be a judge, and what a prisoner.' 'Be content, fair maid!' said Angelo: 'it is the law, not I, condemns your brother. Were he my kinsman, my brother, or my son, it should be thus with him. He must die to-morrow.' 'To-morrow?' said Isabel; 'Oh, that is sudden: spare him, spare him; he is not prepared for death.