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Your well-defended honor, you must pardon
tage : We do condemn thee to the very block Where Claudio stoop'd to death, and with like
haste : Away with him.
O, my most gracious lord,
2 The denial of which will avail thee nothing.
To buy you a better husband.
O, my dear lord,
Duke. Never crave him : we are definitive.
You do but lose your labor : Away with him to death.—Now, sir, [to Lucio.] to
you. Mar. O, my good lord !-Sweet Isabel, take my
part; Lend me your knees, and all my life to come I 'll lend
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. Mar.
Duke. He dies for Claudio's death.
Most bounteous sir,
[kneeling. Look, if it please you, on this man condemn’d, As if my brother lived. I partly think,
i Reason and affection.
A due sincerity govern’d his deeds,
Merely, my lord.
It was commanded so. Duke. Had you a special warrant for the deed ? Pro. No, my good lord ; it was by private mes
sage. Duke. For which I do discharge you of your
office : Give up your keys. Pro.
Pardon me, noble lord :
| After more mature consideration.
His name is Barnardine. Duke. I would thou hadst done so by Claudio.Go, fetch him hither : let me look upon him.
[Exit Provost. Esc. I am sorry, one so learned and so wise, As you, lord Angelo, have still appear'd, Should slip so grossly, both in the heat of blood, And lack of temper'd judgment afterward. Ang. I am 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 entreat it.
Re-enter PROVOST, BARNARDINE, CLAUDIO, and
Duke. Which is that Barnardine?
This, my lord.
demn'd; But, for those earthly faults, I quit them all ; And pray thee, take this mercy to provide For better times to come. -Friar, advise him ; I leave him to your hand.—What muffled fellow 's
that? Pro. This is another prisoner, that I saved, That should have died when Claudio lost his head; As like almost to Claudio as himself.
[unmufles Claudio. Duke. If he be like your brother, (to Isabella.]
for his sake Is he pardon'd; and, for your lovely sake, Give me your hand, and say you will be mine, He is my brother too. But fitter time for that. By this, lord Angelo perceives he's safe ; Methinks, I see a quickening in his eye.Well, Angelo, your evil quits 1 you well: Look that you love your wife; her worth, worth
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 whipped.
Duke. Whipp'd first, sir, and hang'd after.---
2 Incontinence. 3 In joke, or thoughtlessness.