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PETER;   and   PROVOST   ESCALUS。   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   and   holy   to   your 

business;   Not   changing   heart   with   habit;   I   am   still   Attorney'd   at   your 

service。     ISABELLA。        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 remonstrance 

of my hidden pow'r Than let him so be lost。 O most kind maid; It was the 

swift celerity of   his death; Which   I did   think with slower   foot came   on; 

That brain'd my purpose。 But peace be with him! That life is better life; 

past fearing death; Than that which lives to fear。 Make it your comfort; So 

happy is your brother。 ISABELLA。 I do; my lord。 

       Re…enter ANGELO; MARIANA; FRIAR PETER; and PROVOST 

       DUKE。      For   this  new…married       man    approaching      here;  Whose     salt 

imagination       yet  hath    wrong'd     Your   well…defended       honour;    you    must 

pardon     For    Mariana's     sake;   but   as  he   adjudg'd    your    brother…   Being 

criminal   in   double   violation   Of   sacred   chastity   and   of   promise…breach; 

Thereon   dependent;   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!'   Haste    still  pays  haste;   and   leisure   answers 

leisure; Like doth quit like; and Measure still for Measure。 Then; Angelo; 

thy fault's thus manifested; Which; though thou wouldst deny; denies thee 

vantage。 We do condemn thee to the very block Where Claudio stoop'd to 



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death;    and   with   like  haste。   Away   with    him!    MARIANA。         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   confiscation   they   are   ours;   We   do   instate   and 

widow you withal To buy you a better husband。 MARIANA。 O my dear 

lord; I crave no other; nor no better man。 DUKE。 Never crave him; we are 

definitive。  MARIANA。  Gentle   my  liege…   'Kneeling'  DUKE。 You   do   but 

lose your labour。 Away with him to death! 'To LUCIO' Now; sir; to you。 

MARIANA。 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。   MARIANA。   Isabel;   Sweet   Isabel;   do   yet   but 

kneel by me; Hold up your hands; say nothing; I'll speak all。 They say best 

men   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。 ISABELLA。 'Kneeling' 

Most bounteous sir; Look; if it please you; on this man condemn'd; As if 

my brother liv'd。 I partly think A due sincerity 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   died;   For Angelo;   His   act   did   not 

o'ertake his bad intent; And must be buried but as an intent That perish'd 

by    the  way。    Thoughts     are   no   subjects;   Intents   but   merely     thoughts。 

MARIANA。 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   an   unusual   hour?   PROVOST。   It   was   commanded   so。 

DUKE。 Had you a special warrant for the deed? PROVOST。 No; my good 

lord; it was by private message。 DUKE。 For which I do discharge you of 

your   office;   Give   up   your   keys。   PROVOST。   Pardon   me;   noble   lord;   I 

thought   it   was   a   fault;   but   knew   it   not;   Yet   did   repent   me;   after   more 

advice; For testimony whereof; one in the prison; That should by private 

order else have died; I have reserv'd alive。 DUKE。 What's he? PROVOST。 



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His name is Barnardine。 DUKE。 I would thou hadst done so by Claudio。 

Go fetch him hither; let me look upon him。 Exit PROVOST ESCALUS。 I 

am   sorry   one   so   learned   and   so   wise   As   you;   Lord   Angelo;   have   still 

appear'd;   Should   slip   so   grossly;   both   in   the   heat   of   blood And   lack   of 

temper'd   judgment   afterward。   ANGELO。   I   am   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。 

       Re…enter     PROVOST;         with    BARNARDINE;            CLAUDIO          (muffled) 

and JULIET 

       DUKE。 Which is that Barnardine? PROVOST。 This; my lord。 DUKE。 

There   was   a   friar   told   me   of   this   man。   Sirrah;   thou   art   said   to   have   a 

stubborn soul; That apprehends no further than this world; And squar'st thy 

life according。 Thou'rt condemn'd; But; for those earthly faults; I quit them 

all; And   pray   thee   take   this   mercy   to   provide   For   better   times   to   come。 

Friar;  advise him;   I   leave him  to   your   hand。 What   muffl'd   fellow's that? 

PROVOST。 This   is   another  prisoner   that   I   sav'd; Who   should   have   died 

when      Claudio     lost  his   head;    As   like   almost    to   Claudio     as  himself。 

'Unmuffles        CLAUDIO'         DUKE。      'To    ISABELLA'         If  he   be   like  your 

brother;   for   his   sake   Is   he   pardon'd;   and   for   your   lovely   sake;   Give   me 

your hand and say you will be mine; He is 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   worth   yours。   I   find   an   apt   remission   in 

myself; And yet here's one in place I cannot pardon。 To Lucio' You; sirrah; 

that knew me for a fool; a coward; One all of luxury; an ass; a madman! 

Wherein have I so deserv'd 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 whipt。 DUKE。 

Whipt first; sir; and hang'd after。 Proclaim it; Provost; round about the city; 

If   any  woman   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   whipt   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   recompense   me   in 



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making me a cuckold。   DUKE。 Upon mine honour;  thou shalt marry  her。 

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