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Tufty Pudding, and Mr. Forthlight the tilter, and brave Mr. Shooty the great traveller, and wild Half-Canne that ftabb'd Pots, and, I think, forty more ; all.great doers, in our trade, and are now in for the Lord's fake.
Clown. Mafter. Barnardine, you muft rife and be hang'd, master Barnardine.
Abhor. What, hoa, Barnardine !
Barnar. [Within.) A pox o'your throats ;; who makes that noise there? what are you?
Clown. Your friend, Sir, the hangman ; you must be so good, Sir, to rise, and be put to death. i Barnar. [Within.] Away, you rogue, away; I am: deepy. :
Abbor. Tell him, he must awake, and that quickly too..
Clown. Pray, mafter Barnardine, awake 'till you are executed, and sleep afterwards.
Abhor. Go in to him, and fetch him out. Clown. He is coming, Sir, he is coming ;, I hear the ftraw rustle.
Enter Barnardine, Abhor. Is the ax upon the block, firrah?? Clown. Very ready, Sir.. Barnar. How now, Abhorfon?? what's the news with
Abhor. Truly, Sir, I would desire you to clap into your prayers : for, look you, the warrant's come.
Barnar. You rogue, I have been drinking all nights, I am not fitted for’t.
Clown. Oh, the better, Sir ;for he that drinks all night, and is liang'd betimes in the morning, may sleep the founder all the next day..
Enter Duke. Abhor. Look you, Sir, here comes your ghostly father ;; do we jest now, think your
Duke. Sir, induced by my charity, and hearing how haitily you are to depart, I am come to advise you, comfort you, and pray with you.
Barnar. Friar, not 1: I have been drinking hard all night, and I will have more time to prepare me, or they shall beat out my brains with billets : I will not consent to die this day, that's certain.
Duke. Oh, Sir, you must; and therefore, I befeech you, look forward on the journey you shall go.
Barnar. I swear, I will not die to-day for any man's persuasion.
Duke. But hear you,
Barnar. Not a word: if you have any thing to say to me, come to my ward; for thence will not I to-day.
[Exit. Enter Provost. Duke. Unfit to live, or die : oh gravel heart! Alter him, fellows : bring him to the block.
Prov. Now, Sir, how do you find the prisoner?
Duke. A creature unprepard, unmeet for death;
Prov. Here in the prison, father,
Duke..o, 'tis an accident, that heav'n provides :
Prow. This shall be done, good father, presently : But Barnardine must die this afternoon : And how shall we continue Claudio, To save me from the danger that might come,
If he were known alive?
Duke. Let this be done;
Prov. I am your free dependant.
Duke. Convenient is it ; make a swift return;
[Exito Isab. [Within.] Peace, hoa, be here !
Duke. The tongue of Isabel.-She comes to know,
yet her brother's pardon be come hither :
Duke. He hath releas'd him, Ijabel, from the world;
of such things,
fab. Nay, but it is not fo.
Duke. It is no other.
Isab. Oh, I will to him, and pluck out his eyes.
Isab. Unhappy Claudio, wretched Isabel ?
Duke. This nor hurts him, nor profits you a jot:: Forbear it therefore, give your cause to heavin: Mark, what I fay; which you shall surely find By ev'ry syllable a faithful verity. The Duke comes home t -morrow; dry your eyes ; One of our convent, and his confeffor, Gives me this instance : already he hath carry'd Notice to Escalus and Angelo, Who do prepare to meet him at the gates, There to give up their pow'r. If you can, pace your
Ijab. I'm directed by you.
Duke. This letter then to Friar Peter give ;.
Lucio. Oh, pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine heart to see thine eyes so red; thou must be patient; I am fain to dine and sup with water and bran; I dare not for head fill my belly : one fruitful meal would set me to't. But, they say, the Duke will be here to
By my troth, Isabel, I lov'd thy brother : if the old fantastical Duke of dark corners had been at home, he had lived.
[Exit Isabella. Duke. Sir, the Duke is marvellous little beholden to your reports ; but the best is, he livs not in them.
Lucio. Friar, thou knoweft not the Duke so well as. I do ; he's a better woodman, than thou tak’t him for.
Diske. Well; you'll answer this one day. Fare ye well.
Lucio. Nay, tarry, I'll go along with thee: I can tell thee pretty tales of the Duke.
Duke. You have told me too many of him already, Sir, if they be true ; if not true, none were enough.
Lucio. I was once before him for getting a wench with child.
Duke. Did you such a thing? -Lucio. Yes, marry, did I ; but I was fain to forswear it; they would elle have marry'd me to the rotten medlar.
Duke. Sir, your company is fairer than honest : rest
Lucio. By my troth, I'll go with thee to the lane's end : if bawdy talk offend you, we'll have very little of it; nay, Friar, I am a kind of bur, I shall itick.
[Exeunt. SCENE changes to the Palace.
Enter Angelo and Escalus. Escal. E voerer.etter, he hath writ, hath disvouch’d
Ang. In most uneven and distracted manner. His actions Mew much like to madness: pray heav'n, his wisdom be not tainted: and why meet him at the gates,. and deliver our authorities there?