The Shakespeare Sisterhood: Isabella
The character of Isabella presents a notable example of the inefficacy of a purely intellectual virtue to command our sympathy
or admiration, or in any way to advance the cause of Religion.
In critical, as well as popular, appreciation, Isabella occupies a position of cool toleration -- although in some opinions she has
risen from that questionable status, to be denominated "an angel of light," and by another order of minds has been assailed with
vituperative violence, as a coarse, vixenish prude. The prudent preservation of a temperate course, between these two exaggerations, will perhaps be the shortest and the surest road to strict justice toward one who would, herself, desire no more.
Cold, faultless, severe in moral rectitude, not liable to the weaknesses which "make the whole world kin," and utterly incapable of sympathy for them, this religieuse stands, in a manner,
arrayed against her fellows: existing, not only physically, but morally, apart from them, permitting herself no tie of reciprocal feeling to keep her united with the human family -- the type of a class
of mistaken but sincere religionists of all sects, who, by their repulsive self-sufficiency, fatally subvert the very interests to which
they have consecrated their lives.
Isabella is no hypocrite -- that is, consciously; her flawless excellence commands our exalted respect, our honorable recognition,
however it may repel any more enthusiastic admiration; to the impregnability of her chastity, the prominent feature of her
strongly marked individuality, full honor must be awarded; yet
self-sacrifice, without a reservation, has become so inseparably associated with all that is most lovable in woman, that it would have
been far easier to forgive the actual offence, than conscientiously to applaud her moral grandeur, remembering the beautiless details of her victory.
We do not "doubt the angelic purity of Isabella;" and, but
for the instance of eccentric depravity furnished by her lover Angelo, we should believe only one event to be less possible than her
"lapse from virtue" -- that, notwithstanding her beauty, it should
ever have sustained a temptation.
Isabella's complaints of the too lax discipline of her order are construed by her panegyrist, Mrs. Jameson, to signify that she desires a "more strict restraint," "from the consciousness of strong intellectual and imaginative power, and of overflowing sensibility,"
in herself, which require it. With all respect, we would suggest that this "very virtuous maid" is supplied with the latter qualities only from the abundant stores of the accomplished authoress herself. Isabella's strong intellectual power no one questions -- it is conclusively established in her logical tilt of wits with the lord deputy; but of imagination, or sensibility, she is as destitute
as an Audrey. Her appetite for severer penances and sharper mortifications is natural to the morbid devotee -- and by no means peculiar to her, or of any special significance.
The austerity of Isabella's heart and soul, as well as of her outward life -- her freedom from emotion, almost incredible in one so
young -- cannot be better illustrated than by the dialogue between
her and Angelo, wherein she proves her dreadful insensibility to
the peril of her brother's situation by the cool, self-possessed, equipoised arguments with which she pleads for him. It is plain that
her words are doing violence to her convictions, that in suing for
his pardon she is conscious of wronging her rigid conscientiousness; and she is quite willing to retire, on the slightest pretext,
and leave justice triumphant over the mercy for which she argues -- even over the life of her wretched brother.
Isab. I am a woeful suitor to your honor,
Her interview with her brother in prison is even more characteristic: her first speech to him, when, agonized with suspense, he
awaits the issue of her prayers to the lord deputy, is almost inconceivably harsh and unwomanly; Isabella tricks out the fatal intelligence in a sustained figure, substitutes rhetoric for the consoling tenderness of a sister, and a sister of charity:
Please but your honor hear me.
Ang. Well; what's your suit?
Isab. There is a vice that most I do abhor,
And most desire should meet the blow of justice --
For which I would not plead, but that I must --
For which I must not plead, but that I am
At war 'twixt will, and will not.
Ang. Well; the matter?
Isab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die:
I do beseech you, let it be his fault,
And not my brother.
Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it!
Why, every fault's condemn'd ere it be done:
Mine were the very cipher of a function,
To find the faults whose fine stands in record,
And let go by the actor.
Isab. O just, but severe law!
I had a brother then. -- Heaven keep your honor!
Lucio. [To Isab.] Give't not o'er so; to him again,
Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown;
You are too cold: if you should need a pin,
You could not with more tame a tongue desire it.
To him, I say!
Isab. Must he needs die?
Ang. Maiden, no remedy.
Isab. Yes; I do think that you might pardon him,
And neither heaven nor man grieve at the mercy.
Ang. He's sentenc'd; 'tis too late.
Isab. Too late? why, no; I that do speak a word
May call it back again: Well, believe this:
No ceremony that to great ones 'longs,
Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword,
The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe,
Become them with one half so good a grace
As mercy does.
*** O, it is excellent
To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous
To use it like a giant.
Claud. Now, sister, what's the comfort?
Isab. Why, as all comforts are -- most good indeed.
Lord Angelo, having affairs to heaven,
Intends you for his swift embassador,
Where you shall be an everlasting lieger:
Therefore your best appointment make with speed --
To-morrow you set on.
Claud. Is there no remedy?
Isab. None, but such remedy as, to save a head,
To cleave a heart in twain.
Claud. But is there any?
Isab. Yes, brother, you may live;
There is a devilish mercy in the judge,
If you'll implore it, that will free your life,
But fetter you till death....
O, 'tis the cunning livery of hell,
The damned'st body to invest and cover
In prenzie guards! Dost thou think, Claudio?
If I would yield him my virginity,
Thou mightst be freed.
Claud. O heavens! it cannot be.
Isab. Yes, he would give't thee, from this rank offence,
So to offend him still. This night's the time
That I should do what I abhor to name,
Or else thou diest to-morrow.
Claud. Thou shalt not do 't.
Isab. O, were it but my life,
I'd throw it down for your deliverance
As frankly as a pin.
Claud. Thanks, dear Isabel.
Isab. Be ready, Claudio, for your death to-morrow.
Claud. Death is a fearful thing --
Isab. And shamed life a hateful.
Claud. Sweet sister, let me live:
What sin you do to save a brother's life,
Nature dispenses with the deed so far
That it becomes a virtue.
Isab. O you beast!
O faithless coward! O dishonest wretch!
Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice?
Take my defiance.
Die, perish! might but my bending down
Reprieve thee from thy fate, it should proceed:
I'll pray a thousand prayers for thy death,
No word to save thee.
How to cite this article:
Palmer, Henrietta L. The Stratford gallery, or, The Shakespeare sisterhood. New York: D. Appleton and Co., 1859. Shakespeare Online. 20 Oct. 2009. (date when you accessed the information) < http://www.shakespeare-online.com/plays/characters/sisterhoodisabella.html >.
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