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Duke. This is his pardon; purchas’d by such sin, better satisfaction, let me have Claudio's head sent For which the pardoner himself is in :

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me by five. Let this be duly perform'd; with a Hence hath offence his quick celerity,

thought, that more depends on it than we must yet When it is borne in high authority.

deliver. Thus fail not to do your office, as you will When vice makes mercy, mercy's so extended, answer it at your peril."—What say you to this, sir? That for the fault's love is th' offender friended. Duke. What is that Barnardine, who is to be Now, sir, what news?

executed in the afternoon? Prov. I told you: Lord Angelo, belike thinking Prov. A Bohemian born; but here nursed up me remiss in mine office, awakens me with this and bred: one that is a prisoner nine years old. unwonted putting on; methinks strangely, for he Duke. How came it, that the absent Duke had hath not used it before.

not either deliver'd him to his liberty, or executed Duke. Pray you, let's hear.

him? I have beard, it was ever his manner to do su. Prov. (Reads.] “ Whatsoever you may hear to Prov. His friends still wrought reprieves for him: the contrary, let Claudio be executed by four of the land, indeed, his fact, till now in the government of clock; and, in the afternoon, Barnardine. For my Lord Angelo, came not to an undoubtful proof.

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Duke. It is now apparent.

had the liberty of the prison : give him leave to Prov. Most manifest, and not denied by himself. escape hence, he would not: drunk many times a

Duke. Hath he borne himself penitently in pri- day, if not many days entirely drunk. We have son? How seems he to be touch'd ?

very oft awaked him, as if to carry him to execution, Prov. A man that apprehends death no more and show'd hiin a seeming warrant for it: it hath dreadfully, but as a drunken sleep; careless, reck not moved him at all. less, and fearless of what's past, present, or to come: Duke. More of him anon. There is written in insensible of mortality, and desperately mortal. your brow, provost, honesty and constancy: if I Duke. He wants advice.

read it not truly, my ancient skill beguiles me; but Prov. He will hear none. He hath evermore in the boldness of my cunning I will lay myself in

hazard. Claudio, whom here you have warrant to Prov. To him, and to his substitutes. execute, is no greater forfeit to the law, than Angelo Duke. You will think you have made no offence, who hath sentenced him. To make you understand if the Duke avouch the justice of your dealing. this in a manifested effect, I crave but four days' Prov. But what likelihood is in that? respite, for the which you are to do me both a pre Duke. Not a resemblance, but a certainty. Yet sent and a dangerous courtesy.

since I see you fearful, that neither my coat, integProv. Pray, sir, in what?

rity, nor my persuasion, can with ease attempt you, Duke. In the delaying death.

I will go further than I meant, to pluck all fears out Prov. Alack! how may I do it, having the hour of you. Look you, sir; here is the hand and seal limited, and an express command, under penalty, to of the Duke : you know the character, I doubt not, deliver his head in the view of Angelo? I may make and the signet is not strange to you. my case as Claudio's, to cross this in the smallest. Prov. I know them both.

Duke. By the vow of mine order, I warrant you: Duke. The contents of this is the return of the if my instructions may be your guide, let this Bar Duke: you shall anon over-read it at your pleasure, nardine be this morning executed, and his head where you shall find, within these two days he will horne to Angelo.

be here. This is a thing that Angelo knows not, for Prov. Angelo hath seen them both, and will dis- he this very day receives letters of strange tenor; cover the favour.

perchance of the Duke's death; perchance, entering Duke. O! death's a great disguiser, and you may | into some monastery; but, by chance, nothing of add to it. Shave the head, and tie the beard ; and what is writ. Look, the unfolding star calls up the say, it was the desire of the penitent to be so bared shepherd. Put not yourself into amazement how before his death: you know, the course is common. these things should be: all difficulties are but easy If any thing fall to you upon this, more than thanks when they are known. Call your executioner, and and good fortune, by the saint whom I profess, I will off with Barnardine's head: I will give him a preplead against it with my life.

sent shrift, and advise him for a better place. Yet. Prov. Pardon me, good father: it is against my oath. you are amazed, but this shall absolutely resolve

Duke. Were you sworn to the Duke, or to the you. Come away; it is almost clear dawn. deputy?

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SCENE III.—Another Room in the Same. peaches him a beggar. Then have we here young Enter Clown.

Dizzy, and young Mr. Deep-vow, and Mr. Copper

spur, and Mr. Starve-lackey, the rapier and daggerClo. I am as well acquainted here, as I was in man, and young Drop-heir that kill'd Lusty Pudour house of profession: one would think, it were ding, and Mr. Forthright the tilter, and brave Mr. mistress Over-done's own house, for here be many Shoe-tie the great traveller, and wild Half-can that of her old customers. First, here's young Mr. stabb’d Pots, and, I think, forty more, all great doers Rash; he's in for a commodity of brown paper and in our trade, and are now for the Lord's sake. old ginger, ninescore and seventeen pounds, of which he made five marks, ready money: marry, then,

Enter ABHORSON. ginger was not much in request, for the old women Abhor. Sirrah, bring Barnardine hither. were all dead. Then is there here one Mr. Caper, Clo. Mr. Barnardine! you must rise and be at the suit of master Three-pile the mercer, for hang'd, Mr. Barnardine. some four suits of peach-colour'd satin, which now Abhor. What, ho, Barnardine!

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Barnar. [Within.] A pox o' your throats! Who Barnar. How now, Abhorson ? what's the news juakes that noise there? What are you?

with you? Clo. Your friends, sir; the hangman. You must Abhor. Truly, sir, I would desire you to clap be so good, sir, to rise and be put to death.

into your prayers; for, look you, the warrant's Barnar. [Within.] Away, you rogue, away! I come. am sleepy.

Barnar. You rogue, I have been drinking all Abhor. Tell him, he must awake, and that quickly night: I am not fitted for't. too.

Clo. O, the better, sir; for he that drinks all night, Clo. Pray, master Barnardine, awake till you are and is hang'd betimes in the morning, may sleep executed, and sleep afterwards.

the sounder all the next day. Abhor. Go in to him, and fetch him out.

Enter Duke. Clo. He is coming, sir, he is coming: I hear his straw rustle.

Abhor. Look you, sir; here comes your ghostly

father. Do we jest now, think you? Enter BARNARDINE.

Duke. Sir, induced by my charity, and hearing Abhor. Is the axe upon the block, sirrah? how hastily you are to depart, I am come to advise Clo. Very ready, sir.

you, comfort you, and pray with you.

[Erit.

yorir wisdom

Barnar. Friar, not I: 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. O, sir, you must; and therefore, I beseech

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.

Enter Provost. Duke. Unfit to live, or die. O, gravel heart!Alter him, fellows: bring him to the block.

(Ereunt ABHORSON, and Cloun. Prov. Now, sir; how do you find the prisoner ?

Duke. A creature unprepar'd, unmeet for death;
And, to transport him in the mind he is,
Were damnable.

Prov. Here in the prison, father,
There died this morning of a cruel fever
One Ragozine, a most notorious pirate,
A man of Claudio's years; his beard, and head,
Just of his colour. What if we do omit
This reprobate, till he were well inclid'1,
And satisfy the deputy with the visage
Of Ragozine, niore like to Claudio ?

Duke. 0, 'tis an accident that heaven provides !
Despatch it presently: the hour draws on
Prefix'd by Angelo. See, this be done,
And sent according to command, whiles I
Persuade this rude wretch willingly to die.

Prov. 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.-Put them in secret

holds,
Both Barnardine and Claudio :
Ere twice the sun hath made his journal greeting
To yonder generation, you shall find
Your safety manifested.

Prov. I am your free dependant.
Duke. Quick, despatch, and send the head to
Angelo.

(Exit Prorost.
Now will I write letters to Angelo,
(The provost, he shall bear them,) whose contents
Shall witness to him, I am near at home,
And that by great injunctions I am bound
To enter publicly: him I'll desire
To meet me at the consecrated fount,
A league below the city; and from thence,
By cold gradation and well-balanc'd form,
We shall proceed with Angelo.

Re-enter Provost.
Prov. Here is the head; I'll carry it myself.

Duke. Convenient is it. Make a swift retur,
For I would commune with you of such things,
That want no ear but yours.
Pror.

I'll make all speed.

(Eril. Isab. (Within.] Peace, ho, be here ! Duke. The tongue of Isabel.—She's come to

know, If yet her brother's pardon be come hither; But I will keep her ignorant of her good,

To make her heavenly comforts of despair,
When it is least expected.

Enter ISABELLA.
Isab. Ho! by your leave.
Duke. Good morning to you, fair and gracious

daughter. Isab. The better, given me by so holy a man. Hath yet the deputy sent my brother's pardon? Duke. He hath releas'd him, Isabel, from thre

world.
His head is off, and sent to Angelo.

Isab. Nay, but it is not so.
Duke.

It is no other.
Show your wisdom, daughter, in your close patience.
Isab. O, I will to him, and pluck out his eyes !
Duke. You shall not be admitted to his sight.

Isab. Unhappy Claudio! Wretched Isabel ! Injurious world! Most damned Angelo!

Duke. This por hurts him, nor profits you a jot: Forbear it therefore; give your cause to heaven. Mark what I say, which you shall find By every syllable a faithfül verity. The duke comes home to-morrow ;-nay, dry your

eyes : One of our convent, and his confessor, Gives me this instance. Already he hath carried Notice to Escnlus and Angelo, Who do prepare to meet him at the gates, There to give up their power. If you can, pace In that good path that I would wish it go; And you shall have your bosom on this wretch, Grace of the duke, revenges to your heart, And general honour. Isub.

I am directed by you. Duke. This letter, then, to friar Peter give; 'Tis that he sent me of the duke's return : Say, by this token. I desire his company At Mariana's house to-night. Her cause, and yours I'll perfect him withal, and he shall bring you Before the duke; and to the head of Angelo Accuse him home, and home. For my poor self. I am combin'd by a sacred vow, And shall be absent. Wend you with this letter. Command these fretting waters from your eyes With a light heart: trust not my holy order, If I pervert your course.- Who's here?

Enter Lr 10. Lucio.

Good even. Friar, where is the provost ? Duke.

Not within, sir. Lucio. O, 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 my head fill my belly: one fruitful meal would set me to't. But, they say, the duke will be here to-morrow. By my troth, Isabel, i loved thy brother: if the old fantastical duke of dark corners had been at home, be had lived.

[Erit ISABELLA. Duke. Sir, the duke is marvellous little beholding to your reports; but the best is, he lives not in them.

Lucio. Friar, thou knowest not the duke so well as I do: he's a better woodman than thou takest him for. Duke. Well, you'll answer this one day. Fare

Lucio. Nay, tarry; I'll go along with thee. ) can tell thee pretty tales of the duke.

ye well.

Duke. You have told me too many of him al Escal. He shows his reason for that: to have a ready, sir, if they be true; if not true, none were despatch of complaints, and to deliver us from devices enough.

hereafter, which shall then have no power to stand Lucio. I was once before him for getting a wench against us. with child.

Ang. Well, I beseech you, let it be proclaim'd: Duke. Did you such a thing ?

Betimes i' the morn, I'll call you at your house. Lucio. Yes, marry, did I; but I was fain to for Give notice to such men of sort and suit, swear it: they would else have married me to the As are to meet him. rotten medlar.

Escal.

I shall, sir: fare you well. Duke. Sir, your company is fairer than honest.

[Erit. Rest you well.

Ang. Good night.Lucio. By my troth, I'll go with thee to the lane's This deed unshapes me quite, makes me unpregnant, end. If bawdy talk offend you, we'll have very little And dull to all proceedings. A deflowered maid. of it. Nay, friar, I am a kind of burr; I shall stick. And by an eminent body, that enforc'd

[Exeunt. The law against it!-But that her tender shame

Will not proclaim against her maiden loss, SCENE IV.-A Room in ANGELO's House. How might she tongue me! Yet reason dares

her, no. Enter ANGELO, and Escalus.

For my authority bears of a credent bulk Escal. Every letter he hath writ hath disvouch'd That no particular scandal once can touch, other.

But it confounds the breather. He should have Ang. In most uneven and distracted manner. liv'd, His actions show much like to madness : pray hea Save that his riotous youth, with dangerous sense, ven, his wisdom be not tainted! And why meet him | Might in the times to come have ta'en revenge, at the gates, and re-deliver our authorities there? By so receiving a dishonour'd life Escal. I guess not.

With ransom of such shame. Would yet he had Ang. And why should we proclaim it in an hour

liv'd! before his ent'ring, that if any crave redress of Alack! when once our grace we have forgot, injustice, they should exhibit their petitions in the Nothing goes right: we would, and we would not. street ?

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