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No longer session hold upon my shame;
trial be mine own confession: Immediate sentence then, and sequent death, Is all the grace I beg.
Duke. Come hither, Mariana :
Ang. I was, my lord.
Duke. Go take her hence, and marry her instantly, Do you the office, Friar; which consummate, Return him here again: go with him, Provost.
[Exeunt Angelo, Mariana, Peter, and Provost.
S CE N E V.
Escal. M Than at the Arangeness of it.
Y lord, I am more amaz'd at his dishonour,
Duke. Come hither, Isabel;
Ifab. Oh, give me pardon,
Duke. You are pardon'd, Isabel.
Enter Angelo, Mariana, Peter, and Provost.
Mari. Oh, my most gracious lord,
Duke. It is your husband mock'd you with a husband.
Mari. Oh, my dear lord,
Duke. Neyer crave him; we are definitive.
Mari. Gentle, my liege
labour: Away with him to death. Now, Sir, to you.
Mari. Oh, my good lord ! Sweet Isabel, take my part; Lend me your knees, and all my
life to come I'll lend you all my life, and do you
service. Duke. Against all sense you do importune her ; Should she kneel down, in mercy of this fact, Her brother's ghost his paved bed would break, And take her hence in horror.
Duke He dies for Claudio's death.
Mari. Merely, my lord.
Duke. Your suit's unprofitable; stand up, I say:
Prov. It was commanded so.
Duke. For which I do discharge you of your office: Give up your keys.
Prov. Pardon me, noble lorda
Duke. What's he?
Duke, I would, thou hadít done so by Claudio:
Escal. I'm sorry, one so learned and fo wise As you, lord Angelo, have still appear'd, Should slip fo grolly both in heat of blood, And lack of temper'd judgment afterward.
Ang. I'm sorry, that such sorrow I procure; And so deep sticks it in my penitent heart, That I crave death more willingly than mercy: 'Tis my deserving, and I do intreat it.
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Enter Provost, Barnardine, Claudio, and Julietta. Duke. HICH is that Barnardine? Prov. This, my
lord. Duke. There was a Friar told me of this man: Sirrah, thou'rt said to have a stubborn soul, That apprehends no further than this world; And squar'st thy life accordingly: thou’rt condemn’d; But for those carthly faults, I quit them all: I pray thee, take this inercy to provide For better times to come : Friar, advise him ; [that? I leave him to your hand. What muffled fellow's
Prov. This is another prisoner, that I sav'd, Who should have dy'd when Claudio lost his head; As like almost to Claudio, as himself.
Duke. If he be like your brother, for his sake.(ToIsa. Is he pardon'd; and for your lovely fake,
Give me your hand, and say, you will be mine,
brother too; but fitter time for that. By this, lord Angelo perceives he's safe; Methinks, I see a quick’ning in his eye. Well, Angelo, your evil quits you well ; [yours. Look, that you love your wife; her worth works I find an apt remission in myself, And yet here's one in place I cannot pardon. You, firrah, that knew me for a fool, a coward, [TO Luc. One of all luxury, an ass, a mad-man; Wherein have I'deferved fo of you, That you
thus ? Lucio. 'Faith, my lord, I spoke it but according to the trick ; if you will hang me for it, you may: but I had rather it would please you, I might be whipt.
Duke. Whipt first, Sir, and hang'd after.
Lucio. I beseech your highness, do not marry me to a whore: your highness said even now,
I made you a duke; good my lord, do not recompence me, in making me a cuckold.
Duke. Upon mine honour, thou shalt marry her: Thy slanders I forgive, and therewithal Remit thy other forfeits; take him to prison: And see our pleasure herein executed.
Lucio. Marrying a punk, my lord, is pressing to death; whipping and hanging.
Duke. Sland'ring a prince deserves it. She, Claudio, that you wrong'd, look, you restore. Joy to you, Mariana : love her, Angelo: I have confess'd her, and I know her virtue. Thanks, good friend Escalus, for thy much goodness: There's more behind, that is more gratulate.