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Hath look'd upon my passes: then, good prince,
No longer session hold upon my shame;
But let my trial be mine own confession:
Immediate sentence then, and sequent death,
Is all the grace I beg.

Duke. Come hither, Mariana : say, wast thou
Contracted to this woman?

Ang. I was, my lord.

Duke. Go, take her hence, and marry her instantly. Do you

the office, friar; which consummate, Return him here again : go with him, provost.

[Exeunt Angelo, Mariana, Peter, and Provoft.

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Escal. My lord, I am more amaz’d at his dishonour,
Than at the strangeness of it.

Duke. Come hither, Isabel;
Your friar is now your prince: as I was then
Advertising, all holy, to your business,
Not changing heart with habit, I am still
Attorny’d at your service.

Isab. O, give me pardon,
That I, your vassal, have employ’d and pain’d
Your unknown sovereignty.

Duke. You are pardon'd, Isabel :
And now, dear maid, be you as free to us.
Your brother's death, I know, sits at your

heart : And you may marvel why I obscur'd myself

, Labouring to save his life; and would not rather Make rash remonftrance of my

hidden

power, Than let him be so lost: o most kind maid, It was the swift celerity of his death, (Which I did think with flower foot came on) That brain’d my purpose: but now peace be with him! That life is better life, past fearing death,

Than

Than that which lives to fear : make it your comfort,
So happy is your brother.

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Enter Angelo, Mariana, Peter, and Provost.
Isab. I do, my lord.

Duke. For this new-marry'd man, approaching here,
Whose falt imagination yet hath wrong'd
Your well-defended honour; you must pardon him
For Mariana's fake: but as a judge,
Being doubly criminal, in violation
Of sacred chastity, and in promise-breach,
Thereon dependant for your

brother's life, The very mercy

of the law cries out Most audible, even from his proper tongue, An Angelo for Claudio ; death for death. Hafte still pays haste, and leisure answers leisure; Like doth quit like, and Measure ftill for Measure. Then, Angelo, thy faults are manifest; Which, though thou would'st deny 'em, deny thee vantage. We do condemn thee to the

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Where Claudio stoop'd to death; and with like haste,
Away with him.

Mari. O my most gracious lord,
I hope, you will not mock me with a husband.

Duke. It is your husband mock'd you with a husband.
Consenting to the safeguard of your honour,
I thought your marriage fit; else imputation,
For that he knew you, might reproach your life,
And choke your good to come: for his possessions,
Although by conßscation they are ours,
We do enstate and widow you withal,
To buy you a better husband.

Mari. O my dear lord,
I crave no other, nor no better man..

Duke.

Duke. Never crave him; we are definitive.
Mari. Gentle my liege, -

Duke. You do but lose your labour :
Away with him to death. Now, fir, to you.

Mari. O my good lord ! Sweet Isabel, take my part;
Lend me your knees, and all my life to come
I'll lend

you,

all
my
life to do

you

service.
Duke. Against all sense you do importune her;
Should she kneel down, in mercy of this fact,
Her brother's ghost his paved bed would break,
And take her hence in horror.

Mari. Isabel,
Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me,
Hold up your hands, say nothing ; I'll speak all.
They say, beft men are moulded out of faults ;
And, for the most, become much more the better
For being a little bad: so may my husband.
O Isabel! will you not lend a knee?

Duke. He dies for Claudio's death.
Isab. Most bounteous fir,

[Kneeling Look, if it please you, on this man condemn’d, As if my brother liv’d: I partly think, A due fincerity govern’d his deeds, 'Till he did look on me: since it is so, Let him not die. My brother had but justice, 'In that he did the thing for which he dy’d. For Angelo, his act did not o’ertake His bad intent, and must be bury'd but As an intent that perish'd by the way: Thoughts are no subjects; intents, merely thoughts.

Mari. Merely, my lord.

Duke. Your suit's unprofitable; stand up, I say:
I have bethought me of another fault.
Provost, how came it Claudio was beheaded
At at unusual hour?
Prov. 'Twas so commanded.

Duke.

Duke. Had you a special warrant for the deed?
Prov. No, my good lord; it was by private message.
Duke. For which I do discharge you of

your

office: Give up your keys.

Prov. Pardon me, noble lord.
I thought it was a fault, but knew is not;
Yet did repent me, after more advice :
For testimony whereof, one in the prison,
That should by private order else have dy’d,
I have reserv'd alive.

Duke. And what is he?
Prov. His name is Barnardine.

Duke. I would, thou had ft done so by Claudio :
Go, fetch him hither; let me look upon him.

[Exit Prov. Escal. I'm sorry, one so learned and so wise, As you, lord Angelo, have still appear’d, Should Nip so grolly both in heat of blood, And lack of temper'd judgment afterward.

Ang. I'm sorry, that such sorrow I procure;
And so deep sticks it in my penitent heart,
That I crave death more willingly than mercy :
'Tis my deserving, and I do entreat it.

SCENE VII.
Enter Provost, Barnardine, Claudio, and Julietta.
Duke. Which is that Barnardine?
Prov. This, my good lord.

Duke. There was a friar told me of this man:
Sirrah, . thou’rt said to have a stubborn soul
That apprehends no further than this world,
And squar'st thy life accordingly: thou’rt condemn'd.
But, for those earthly faults, I quit them all:
I pray thee, take this mercy to provide
For better times to come: friar, advise him;
I leave him to you. What muffled fellow's that?
Vol. I.

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Prov.

Prov. This is another prisoner that I fav’d, Who should have dy'd when Claudio lost his head, As like almost to Claudio as himself.

[uncovers him. Duke. . If he be like your brother, for his fake [To Isab. He's pardoned ; and for your lovely fake, Give me your hand, say you'll be mine, and he's My brother too; but fitter time for that. By this, lord Angelo perceives he's safe; Methinks, I see a quick’ning in his eye. Well, Angelo, your evil quits you well; Look, that

you

love your wife; her worth works yours. I find an apt remission in myself; And yet here's one in place I cannot pardon. You, sirrah, that knew me for a fool, a coward, [To Lucio. One all of luxury, an ass, a mad-man; Wherein have I deserved fo of you, That you

extol me thus? Lucio. 'Faith, my lord, I spoke it but according to the trick; if you will hang me for it, you may; but I had rather it would please you I might be whip’d.

Duke. Whip'd first, sir, and hang'd after.
Proclaim it, provost, round about the city ;
If any woman's wrong’d by this lewd fellow,
(As I have heard him swear himself there's one
Whom he begot with child) let her appear,
And he shall marry her; the nuptial finish'd,
Let him be whip’d and hang’d.

Lucio. I beseech your highness, do not marry me to a whore: your highness said even now, I made you a duke; good my lord, do not recompence me in making me a cuckold.

Duke. Upon mine honour, thou shalt marry her :
Thy slanders I forgive, and therewithal
Remit thy other forfeits; take him to prison:
And see our pleasure herein execute.

Lucio. Marrying a punk, my lord, is pressing to death, whipping, and hanging

Duke.

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