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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.
[Exit. S CE N E IX.
Duke. NFIT to live, or die: oh, gravel heart !
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:
Ijab.H Duke. Good morning to you, fair and
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;
of such things, That want no ears but
yours. Prov. I'll make all speed.
[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.
S CE N E X.
Enter Isabel. by leave.
Isab. The better, giv'n me by so holy a man: Hath yet the deputy sent my brother's pardon?
Duke. He hath releas'd him, Isabel, 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:
Isab. I'm directed by you.
Duke. This letter then to Friar Peter give;
Enter Lucio. Lucio,
Friar, where's the Provost? Duke. Not within, Sir.
Lucio. Oh, pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine heart, to see thine eyes fó 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-morrow. By my troth, Isabel, I lov'd thy brother: if the old fantastical Duke of dark corners had been at home, he had liv'd. Exit Isabella.
Duke. Sir, the Duke is marvellous little beholden 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 tak'st 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 else have marry'd me to the rotten medlar.
Duke. Sir, your company is fairer than honeft : reft
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 stick.
Changes to the Palace.
Enter Angelo and Escalus. Escal. VERY letter, he hath writ, hath disvouch'd
E 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?
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 shews his reason for that; to have a dispatch 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'th' morn: I'll call
house: give notice to such men of sort and suit, 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 defloured 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 dares her No. For my authority bears a credent bulk; That no particular scandal once can touch, But it confounds the breather. He should have liv'd, Save that his riotous youth, with dangerous sense, Might in the times to come have ta’en revenge; By so receiving a dishonour'd life,