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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.
Duke. Unfit to live, or die: 0, gravel heart! After him, fellows; bring him to the block.
[Exeunt Abhorson and Clown. Prov. Now, sir, how do you find the prisoner?
Duke. A creature unprepar'd, unmeet for death;
Prov. Here in the prison, father,
Duke. o'tis au accident that Heaven provides!
Prou. 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
The under generation*, you shall find
Prod. I am your free dependant.
Proo. Here is the head; I'll carry it myself.
Duke. Convenient is it: Make a swift return; For I would commune with you of such things, That want no ear but yours. Proo.
I'll make all speed.
[Erit. 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.
Isab. Ho, by your leave..'
* * The antipodes.
Duke. He hath releas'd him, Isabel, from the
Isab. Nay, but it is not so.
It is no other:
Isab. Unhappy Claudio! Wretched Isabel!
Duke. This nor hurts bim, nor profits you a jot: Forbear it therefore; give your cause to leaven. . Mark what I say; which you shall find, ra By every syllable, a faithful verity: The duke comes home to-morrow ;-nay, dry your
eyes; One of our convent, and bis confessor, Gives me this instance: Already he hath carried Notice to Escalus and Angelo; Who do prepare to meet him at the gates, * There to give up their power. If you cau, pace your
I am directed by you.
With a light heart; trust not my holy order,
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 lov'd thy brother: if the old fantastical duke of dark corners had been at home, he had lived. [Erit Isabella.
Duke. Sir, the duke is marvellous little beholden to your reports; but the best is, he lives not in them,
Lucio. Friar, thou koowest 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 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 1: but was fair to for. swear it; they would else have married me to the rotten medlar.
Duke. Sir, your company is fairer than honest: Rest you well.
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 burr, I shall stick.
A room in Angelo's house.
Enter Angelo and Escalus. Escal. Every letter he hath writ hath disvouch'd other.'
Ang. In most uneven and distracted manner. His actions show much like to madness: pray Heaven, his wisdom be not tainted! And why meet him at the gates, and re-deliver our authorities there?
Escal. I guess not.
Ang. And why should we proclaim it in an hour before his entering, that, if any crave redress of injustice, they should exhibit their petitions in the street?
Escal. He shows his reason for that: to have a despatch of complaints; and to deliver us from devices hereafter, which shall then have no power to stand against us.
Ang. Well, I beseech you, let it be proclaim'd: Betimes i' the morn, I'll call you at your house: Give notice to such men of sort and suitt, As are to meet him.
Escal. I shall, sir: fare you well. [Exit.
Ang. Good night.This deed unshapes me quite, makes me unpregnant, And dull to all proceedings. A deflower'd maid! And by an eminent body, that enforc'd The law against it!-But that her tender shame Will not proclaim against her maiden loss, How might she tongue me? Yet reason darest her?
+ Figure and rank. Calls, challenges her to do it.