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Tufty Pudding, and Mr. Forthlight the tilter, and brave
Clown. Mafter. Barnardine, you must 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 mut be fo good, Sir, to rise, and be put to death.
Barnar. [Within.] Away, you rogue, away; I am fleepy.
Abhor. Tell him, he must awake, and that quickly too..
Clown. Pray, master 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.
Barnar. How now, Abhorfon? what?s the news with you?
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 night, I am not fitted for't.
Clown. Oh, the better, Sir ; for he that drinks all night, and is hang'd betimes in the morning, may sleep the founder all the next day.-
Enter Duke. Abhor. Look you, Sir, here comes your ghoftly. father j; do we jest now, think you!
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 beseech you, look forward on the journey you
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 Provoft. 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 unprepar’d, unmeet for death ;
Prov. Here in the prison, father,
Duke. -O, 'tis an accident, that heav'n provides :
Prov. This shall be done, good father, presently : But Barnardine muft die this afternoon : And how shall we continue Claudio, To fave 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;
yet her brother's pardon be come hither :
Duke. He hath releas'd him, Ijabel, from the world;
Isab. Nay, but it is not so.
Duke. It is no other. Shew your wisdom, daughter, in your closest patience. Isab. Oh, I will to him, and pluck out his
eyes. Duke. You Thall not be admitted to his fight.
Isab. Unhappy Claudio, wretched Isabel ? Injurious world, moft damned Angelo!
Duke. This nor hurts him, nor profits you a jot::
Ijab. I'm directed by you.
Duke. This letter then to Friar Peter give ;
Lucio. Oh, pretty fabella, I am pale at mine heart to see thine eyes fo red; thou must be patient; I am fain to dine and fup 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
By my troth, lJubel, I lov'd thy brother ; if the old fantaftical 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 liv is not in them..
Lucio. Friar, thou knowest not the Duke so well as I do; he's a better woodman, than thou tak’ft 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 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 honeft : rest
Lucio. By my troth, I'll go with thee to the lane's end : if bawdy talk offend you,
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.
Ang. In most uneven and distracted manner. His actions shew much like to madness : pray heav'n, his wisdom be not tainted; and why meet him at the gates, and deliver our authorities there?