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Duke. The contents of this is the return of the Duke; you shall anon over-read it at your pleasure; where you shall find, within these two days he will be here. This is a thing, which Angelo knows not, for he this very day receives letters of strange tenor; perchance, of the Duke's death; perchance, of his entering into some monastery; but, by chance, nothing of what is here writ. Look, the unfolding star calls up the shepherd; put not yourself into amazement how these things should be; all difficulties are but easy when they are known. Call your executioner, and off with Barnardine's head: I will give him a present fhrift, and advise him for a better place. Yet you are amaz’d, but this shall absolutely resolve you. Come away, it is almost clear dawn.
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our house of profession; one would think, it were mistress Over-done's own house ; for here be many of her old customers. First
, here's young Mr. Rash; he's for a commodity of brown pepper and old ginger, ninescore and seventeen pounds; of which he made five marks ready money: marry, then, ginger was not much in request: for the old women were all dead.
Then is there here one Mr. Caper, at the suit of master Three-Pile the mercer; for some four suits of peach-colour'd sattin, which now peaches him a beggar. Then have we here young Dizzy, and young Mr. Deep-vow, and Mr. Copper-Spur, and master Starve-lacky the rapier and dagger-man, and young Drop-heire that kill'd lusty Pudding, and Mr. Forth-right the tilter, and brave Mr. Shooter the great traveller, and wild Half-canne that stabb’d Pots, and, I think, forty more; all great doers in our trade, and are now in for the Lord's sake.
Clown. Master Barnardine, you must rise 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. Barnar. [within.] Away, you rogue, away;
Abhor. Tell him, he must awake, and that quickly
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 straw ruftle.
Enter Barnardine. Abhor. Is the ax upon the block, Sirrah? Clown. Very ready, Sir. Barnar. How now, Abhorson? what's the news
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 ghostly father ; do we jest now, think you?
Duke. Sir, induced by my charity, and hearing how hastily you are to depart, I am come to advise you, comfort pray
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. Oh, 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.
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After him, fellows : bring him to the block.
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 :
To save me from the danger that might come,
Duke. Let this be done;
Prov. I am your free dependant.
Duke. Convenient is it: make a swift return;
[Exit. Isab. [within.] Peace, hoa, be here !
Duke. The tongue of Isabel.–She comes to know, If yet her brother's pardon be come hither: But I will keep her ign'rant of her good, To make her heav'nly comforts of despair, When it is least expected.
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. Isab. The better, giv'n me by so holy a man: Hath yet the deputy fent my brother's pardon?
Duke. He hath releas'd him, Ifabel, from the world; His head is off, and sent to Angelo.
Isab. Nay, but it is not so.
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 heav'n: Mark, what I say; which you shall surely find By ev'ry syllable a faithful verity. The Duke comes home to-morrow; dry your eyes; One of our convent, and his confessor, Gives me this instance: already he hath carry'd Notice to Escalus and Angelo, Who do prepare to meet him at the gates, [wisdom There to give up their pow'r. If you can, pace your 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 gen'ral honour.
Isab. I'm directed by you.
Duke. This letter then to Friar Peter give; ''Tis That he fent 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.combined 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?