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To do it slander: and to behold his sway,
I will, as 'twere a brother of your order,
Visit both prince and people: therefore, I pr'ythee,
Supply me with the habit, and instruct me
How I may formally in person bear me
Like a true friar. More reasons for this action,
At our more leisure shall I render you;
Only, this one:-Lord Angelo is precise;
Stands at a guard' with envy; scarce confesses
That his blood flows, or that his appetite

Is

more to bread than stone: hence shall we sec, If power change purpose, what our seemers be.

[Exeunt.

SCENE V-A nunnery. Enter Isabella and
Francisca.

Isab. And have you nuns no further privileges?
Fran. Are not these large enough?
Isab. Yes, truly: I speak not as desiring more;
But rather wishing a more strict restraint
Upon the sisterhood, the votarists of saint Clare.
Lucio. Ho! peace be in this place! [Within.
Who's that which calls?
Fran. It is a man's voice: gentle Isabella,
Turn you the key, and know his business of him;
You may, I may not; you are yet unsworn:
When you have vow'd, you must not speak with
men,

Isab

But in the presence of the prioress:
Then, if you speak, you must not show your face;
Or, if you show your face, you must not speak.
He calls again; I pray you answer him.
[Exit Francisca.
Isab. Peace and prosperity! Who is't that calls?
Enter Lucio.

Lucio. Hail, virgin, if you be; as those cheek

roses

Proclaim you are no less! can you so stead me,
As bring me to the sight of Isabella,
A novice of this place, and the fair sister
To her unhappy brother Claudio?

Isab. Why her unhappy brother? let me ask;
The rather, for I now must make you know
I am that Isabella, and his sister.

Lucio. Gentle and fair, your brother kindly
greets you

Not to be weary with you, he's in prison.
Isab. Wo me! For what?

Lucio. For that, which, if myself might be his

judge,

He should receive his punishment in thanks:
He hath got his friend with child.

Isab. Sir, make me not your story.2
Lucio.

It is true.

I would not-though 'tis my familiar sin
With maids to seem the lapwing, and to jest,
Tongue far from heart,-play with all virgins so:
I hold you as a thing ensky'd, and sainted;
By your renouncement, an immortal spirit';
And to be talk'd with in sincerity,
As with a saint.

Isab. You do blaspheme the good, in mocking

Lucio. Do not believe it. Fewness and truth,
Lis thus:

Your brother and his lover have embrac'd:
As those that feed grow fully as blossoming time,
That from the seedness the bare fallow brings

(1) On his defence. (2) Do not make a jest of me.
(3) In few and true words. (4) Breeding plenty.
Tilling. (6) Extent.

To teeming foison; even so her plenteous womb
Expresseth his full tilth' and husbandry.

Isab. Some one with child by himn ?-My cousin
Juliet ?

Lucio. Is she your cousin ?

Isab. Adoptedly: as school-maids change their

names,

By vain though apt affection.
Lucio.

She it is.
Isab. O, let him marry her!
Lucio.

This is the point.
The duke is very strangely gone from hence;
Bore many gentlemen, myself being one,
By those that know the very nerves of state,
In hand, and hope of action: but we do learn
His givings out were of an infinite distance
And with full line of his authority,
From his true-meant design. Upon his place,
Is very snow-broth; one who never feels
Governs lord Angelo; a man, whose blood
The wanton stings and motions of the sense;
With profits of the mind, study and fast.
But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge
He (to give fear to use and liberty,
As mice by lions,) hath pick'd out an act,
Which have, for long, run by the hideous law,
Falls into forfeit: he arrests him on it;
Under whose heavy sense your brother's life
And follows close the rigour of the statute,
Unless you have the grace" by your fair prayer
To make him an example: all hope is gone,
To soften Angelo: and that's my pith
Of business 'twixt you and your poor brother.
Isab. Doth he so seek his life?
Lucio.
Has censur'd' him
Already; and, as I hear, the provost hath
A warrant for his execution.

Isab. Alas! what poor ability's in me
To do him good?
Lucio.
Assay the power you have.
Isab. My power! Alas! I doubt,-
Lucio.
Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win,
By fearing to attempt: go to lord Angelo,
And let him learn to know, when maidens suc,
All their petitions are as freely theirs
Men give like gods; but when they weep and kneel,

As they themselves would owe them.
Isab. I'll see what I can do.
Lucio.

But speedily.
Isab. I will about it straight;
No longer staying but to give the motherl
Notice of my affair. I humbly thank you :
Commend me to my brother: soon at night
I'll send him certain word of my success.
Lucio, I take my leave of you.
Isab.

ACT II.

Good sir, adien. [Exeunt.

SCENE I-A hall in Angelo's house. Enter
attendants.
Angelo, Escalus, a Justice, Provost, Officers, and

Setting it up to fear the birds of prey,
Ang. We must not make a scare-crow of the law
And let it keep one shape, till custom make it
Their perch, and not their terror.

(7) Power of gaining favour. (8) Sentenced,
(9) Have, ***(10) Abbess, (11) Scare,

Escal.

Ay, but yet

Escal. How know you that?

Elb. My wife, sir, whom I detestis before hea.

Let us be keen, and rather cut a little,
Than fall, and bruise to death: alas! this gentleman, ven and your honour,
Whom I would save, had a most noble father.
Let but your honour know

(Whom I believe to be most strait in virtue,)
That, in the working of your own affections,
Had time coher'd' with place, or place with wishing,
Or that the resolute acting of your blood
Could have attain'd the effect of your own purpose,
Whether you had not sometime in your life
Err'd in this point which now you censure him,
And pull'd the law upon you.

Ang. 'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus,
Another thing to fall. I not deny,

The jury, passing on the prisoner's life,
May, in the sworn twelve, have a thief or two

Escal. How! thy wife?

Elb. Ay, sir; whom, I thank heaven, is an honest woman,—

Escal. Dost thou detest her therefore?

Elb. I say, sir, I will detest myself also, as well as she, that this house, if it be not a bawd's house, it is pity of her life, for it is a naughty house.

Escal. How dost thou know that, constable? Elb. Marry, sir, by my wife; who, if she had been a woman cardinally given, might have been accused in fornication, adultery, and all uncleanli

ness there.

Escal. By the woman's means?

Elb. Ay, sir, by mistress Over-done's means:

Guiltier than him they try: what's open made to but as she spit in his face, so she defied him.

justice,

That justice seizes. What know the laws,
That thieves do pass on thieves? 'Tis very

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Clo. Sir, if it please your honour, this is not so.
Elb. Prove it before these varlets here, thou

preg-honourable man, prove it.
Escal. Do you hear how he misplaces?

The jewel that we find, we stoop and take it,
Because we see it; but what we do not see,
We tread upon, and never think of it.
You may not so extenuate his offence,
For I have had such faults; but rather tell me,
When I, that censures him, do so offend,
Let mine own judgment pattern out my death,
And nothing come in partial. Sir, he must die.
Escal. Be it as your wisdom will.
Ang.

Where is the provost
Prov. Here, if it like your honour.
Ang.

?

See that Claudio
Be executed by nine to-morrow morning:
Bring him his confessor, let him be prepar'd;
For that's the utmost of his pilgrimage. [Er. Prov.
Escal. Well, heaven forgive him; and forgive

us all!

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall:
Some run from brakes' of vice, and answer none;
And some condemned for a fault alone.

Enter Elbow, Froth, Clown, Officers, &c.
Elb. Come, bring them away: if these be good
people in a common weal, that do nothing but use
their abuses in common houses, I know no law;
bring them away.

Ang. How now, sir! what's your name? and what's the matter?'

Elb. If it please your honour, I am the poor duke's constable, and my name is Elbow; I do lean upon justice, sir, and do bring in here before your good honour two notorious benefactors.

Ang. Benefactors? Well; what benefactors are they are they not malefactors?

Elb. If it please your honour, I know not well what they are: but precise villains they are, that I am sure of; and void of all profanation in the world, that good Christians ought to have.

Escal. This comes off well; here's a wise officer.
Ang. Go to: what quality are they of? Elbow
is your name? Why dost thou not speak, Elbow?
Clo. He cannot, sir; he's out at elbow.
Ang. What are you, sir?

Elb. He, sir? a tapster, sir; parcel-bawd; one that serves a bad woman; whose house, sir, was, as they say, pluck'd down in the suburbs; and now she professes a hot-house, which, I think, is a very ill house too.

(1) Examine. (2) Suited. (3) Pass judgment.
(4) Plain. (5) Because. (6) Sentence.
(7) Thickest, thorny paths of vice, (8) Wealth,

[To Angelo. Clo. Sir, she came in great with child; and longing (saving your honour's reverence) for stew'd prunes: sir, we had but two in the house, which at that very distant time stood, as it were, in a fruitdish, a dish of some three-pence: your honours have seen such dishes; they are not China dishes, but very good dishes.

Escal. Go to, go to: no matter for the dish, sir. Clo. No, indeed, sir, not of a pin; you are therefore in the right: but, to the point: as I say, this mistress Elbow, being, as I say, with child, and being great belly'd, and longing, as I said, for prunes; and having but two in the dish, as I said, master Froth here, this very man, having caten the rest, as said, and, as I say, paying for them very honestly; -for, as you know, master Froth, I could not give you three-pence again.

I

Froth. No, indeed.

Clo. Very well: you being then, if you be remember'd, cracking the stones of the foresaid

prunes.

Froth. Ay, so I did, indeed.

Clo. Why, very well: I telling you then, if you be remember'd, that such a one, and such a one, were past cure of the thing you wot of, unless they kept very good diet, as I told you.

Froth. All this is true.
Escal. Come, you are a tedious fool: to the pur
Clo. Why, very well then.
pose.-What was done to Elbow's wife, that he
hath cause to complain of? Come me to what was
done to her.

Clo. Sir, your honour cannot come to that yet.
Escal. No, sir, nor I mean it not.

Clo. Sir, but you shall come to it, by your honour's leave: and I beseech you, look into master Froth here, sir; a man of fourscore pound a year; whose father died at Hallowmas :-Was't not at Hallowmas, master Froth?

Froth. All-hollond13 eve.

Clo. Why, very well; I hope here be truths: he, sir, sitting, as I say, in a lower14 chair, sir;'twas in the Bunch of Grapes, where, indeed, you have a delight to sit : have you not?

Froth. I have so; because it is an open room, and good for winter.

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Clo. Why, very well then;-I hope here be

truths,

Clo. Mistress Over-done.

Escal. Hath she had any more than one husband?
Clo. Nine, sir; Over-done by the last.

Ang. This will last out a night in Russia,
When nights are longest there: I'll take my leave,
And leave you to the hearing of the cause;
Hoping, you'll find good cause to whip them all.
Escal. I think no less: good morrow to your
lordship.
[Exit Angelo.
Now, sir, come on: what was done to Elbow's Froth. I thank your worship: for mine own
wife, once more?
part, I never come into any room in a taphouse,
Clo. Once, sir? there was nothing done to her but I am drawn in.

Escal. Nine! Come hither to me, master Froth Master Froth, I would not have you acquainted with tapsters; they will draw you, master Froth, and you will hang them: get you gone, and let me hear no more of you.

once.

Escal. Well; no more of it, master Froth: fare

Elb. I beseech you, sir, ask him what this man well. [Exit Froth.]-Come you hither to me, did to my wife?

Clo. I beseech your honour, ask me.

Escal. Well, sir: what did this gentleman to her? Clo. I beseech you, sir, look in this gentleman's face:-Good master Froth, look upon his honour; 'tis for a good purpose: doth your honour mark his face?

Escal. Ay, sir, very well.

Clo. Nay, I beseech you, mark it well.
Escal. Well, I do so.

Clo. Doth your honour see any harm in his face?
Escal. Why, no.

Clo. I'll be suppos'd' upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him: good then; if his face be the worst thing about him, how could master Froth do the constable's wife any harm? I would know that of your honour.

master tapster; what's your name, master tapster? Clo. Pompey.

Escal. What else?

Clo. Bum, sir.

Escal. Troth, and your bum is the greatest thing about you; so that, in the beastliest sense, you are Pompey the great. Pompey, you are partly a bawd, Pompey, howsoever you colour it in being a tapster. Are you not? come, tell me true; it shall be the better for you.

Clo. Truly, sir, I am a poor fellow, that would live.

Escal. How would you live, Pompey? by being a bawd? What do you think of the trade, Pompey? is it a lawful trade?

Clo. If the law would allow it, sir.

Escal. But the law will not allow it, Pompey;

Escal. He's in the right: constable, what say nor it shall not be allowed in Vienna.

you to it?

Clo. Does your worship mean to geld and spay

Elb. First, an it like you, the house is a re-all the youth in the city?

spected house; next, this is a respected fellow;

and his mistress is a respected woman.

Escal. No, Pompey.

Clo. Truly, sir, in my poor opinion, they will

Clo. By this hand, sir, his wife is a more to't then: if your worship will take order for the respected person than any of us all.

drabs and the knaves, you need not to fear the

Elb. Varlet, thou liest; thou liest, wicked var-bawds. let: the time is yet to come, that she was ever respected with man, woman, or child.

Clo. Sir, she was respected with him before he married with her.

Escal. Which is the wiser here? justice, or iniquity? Is this true?

Escal. There are pretty orders beginning, I can tell you: it is but heading and hanging.

Clo. If you head and hang all that offend that way but for ten year together, you'll be glad to give out a commission for more heads. If this law hold in Vienna ten year, I'll rent the fairest house Elb. O thou caitiff! O thou varlet! O thou wick-in it, after three-pence a bay: if you live to see ed Hannibal! I respected with her, before I was this come to pass, say Pompey told you so. married to her? If ever I was respected with her, Escal. Thank you, good Pompey; and, in reor she with me, let not your worship think me the quital of your prophecy, hark you,-I advise you, poor duke's officer:-Prove this, thou wicked Han- let me not find you before me again upon any comnibal, or I'll have mine action of battery on thee. plaint whatsoever, no, not for dwelling where you Escal. If he took you a box o' the ear, you do; if I do, Pompey, I shall beat you to your tent, might have your action of slander too. and prove a shrewd Cæsar to you; in plain dealElb. Marry, I thank your good worship for it: ing, Pompey, I shall have you whipt: so for this what is't your worship's pleasure I should do with time Pompey, fare you well. this wicked caitiff"?

Clo. I thank your worship for your good counEscal. Truly, officer, because he hath some of- sel; but I shall follow it, as the flesh and fortune fences in him, that thou wouldst discover if thou shall better determine. couldst, let him continue in his courses, till thou Whip me! No, no; let carman whip his jade; know'st what they are. The valiant heart's not whipt out of his trade. (Ex. Elb. Marry, I thank your worship for it:-thou Escal. Come hither to me, master Elbow; come seest, thou wicked varlet now, what's come upon hither, master Constable. How long have you thee; thou art to continue now, thou varlet; thou art to continue.

Escal. Where were you born, friend? [To Froth.
Froth. Here, in Vienna, sir."

Escal. Are you of fourscore pounds a year?
Froth. Yes, and't please you, sir.
Escal. So. What trade are you of, sir?
[To the Clown.
Clo. A tapster: a poor widow's tapster.
Escal. Your mistress's name?

(1) Deposed, sworn. (2) Constable or Clown.)

been in this place of constable?

Elb. Seven years and a half, sir.

Escal. I thought, by your readiness in the office, you had continued in it some time: You say, seven years together?

Elb. And a half, sir.

Escal. Alas! it hath been great pains to you! They do you wrong to put you so oft upon't: Are there not men in your ward sufficient to serve it? Elb. Faith, sir, few of any wit in such matters

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them; I do it for some piece of money, and go At war, 'twixt will, and will not.
through with all.

Escal. Look you, bring me in the names of
some six or seven, the most sufficient of your parish.
Elb. To your worship's house, sir?
Escal. To my house: Fare you well. [Exit
Elbow.] What's o'clock, think you?

Just. Eleven, sir.

Escal. I pray you home to dinner with me.
Just. I humbly thank you.

Escal. It grieves me for the death of Claudio;
But there's no remedy.

Just. Lord Angelo is severe.
Escal.

It is but needful:|
Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so:
Pardon is still the nurse of second wo:
But yet,-Poor Claudio!-There's no remedy.
Come, sir.

SCENE II.-Another room in the same,
Provost and a Servant.

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Well; the matter?
Isab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die :
do beseech you, let it be his fault,
And not my brother.

I

Prov.
Heaven give thee moving graces!
Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it!
Why, every fault's condemn'd, ere it be done :
Mine were the very cypher of a function,
To find the faults, whose fine stands in record,
And let go by the actor.
Isab.

I

O just, but severe law! had a brother then.-Heaven keep your honour! [Retiring. Lucio. [To Isab.] Give't not o'er so: to him again, entreat him;

Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown;
[Exeunt. You are too cold: if you should need a pin,
You could not with more tame a tongue desire it:
Enter To him, I say.

Serv. He's hearing of a cause; he will come straight.

I'll tell him of you.

Prov. Pray you, do. [Exit Servant.] I'll know
His pleasure; may be, he will relent: "Alas,
He hath but as offended in a dream!

All sects, all ages, smack of this vice; and he
To die for it!

Ang.

Enter Angelo.

?

Now, what's the matter, provost
Prov. Is it your will Claudio shall die to-morrow?
Ang. Did I not tell thee, yea? hadst thou not
order?

Why dost thou ask again?
Prov.

Under your good correction, I have seen,
When, after execution, judgment hath
Repented o'er his doom.

Isab. Must he needs die?
Ang.
Maiden, no remedy.
Isab. Yes; I do think that you might pardon him,
And neither heaven, nor man, grieve at the mercy.
Ang. I will not do't.
Isab.
But can you, if you would?
Ang. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do.
Isab. But might you do't, and do the world no
wrong,

If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse1
As mine is to him?

Ang. He's sentenc'd; 'tis too late.
Lucio. You are too cold.

[To Isabella.
Isab. Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a word,
May call it back again: Well believe this,
No ceremony that to great ones 'longs,

Lest I might be too rash: Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword,
The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe,
Become them with one half so good a grace,
As mercy does. If he had been as you,
And you as he, you would have slipt like him;
But he, like you, would not have been so stern.
Ang. Pray you, begone.

Ang.
Go to; let that be mine;
Do you your office, or give up your place,
And you shall well be spar'd.

Prov.

I crave your honour's pardon.-
What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet?
She's very near her hour.
Ang.
Dispose of her

To some more fitter place; and that with speed.

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Isab. I would to heaven I had your potency,
And you were Isabel! should it then be thus?
No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge,
And what a prisoner.

Lucio. Ay, touch him: there's the vein. [Aside
Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law,
And you but waste your words.

Isab.

Alas! alas!

Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once:
And He that might the vantage best have took,
maid,Found out the remedy: How would you be,
If He, which is the top of judgment, should
But judge you as you are? O, think on that;
And mercy then will breathe within your lips,
Ang.
Be you content, fair maid:
It is the law, not I, condemns your brother:
Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son,

Ang. Well, let her be admitted. [Ex. Serv.
See you the fornicatress be remov'd;

Let her have needful, but not lavish, means;
There shall be order for it.

Enter Lucio and Isabella.

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Like man new made.

It should be thus with him;-He must die to-mor

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There's many have committed it. Lucio.

Ay, well said. Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept:

Those many had not dar'd to do that evil,
If the first man that did the edict infringe,
Had answer'd for his deed: now, 'tis awake;
Takes note of what is done; and, like a prophet,
Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils
(Either now, or by remissness new-conceiv'd,
And so in progress to be hatch'd and born,)
Are now to have no successive degrees,
But, where they live, to end.
Isab.

Yet show some pity. Ang. I show it most of all, when I show justice; For then I pity those I do not know

Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall;
And do him right, that, answering one foul wrong,
Lives not to act another. Be satisfied;

Your brother dies to-morrow: be content.

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Isab.

Amen: for I

[Aside.

At what hour to-morrow

At any time 'fore noon.

Shall I attend your lordship?
Ang.
Isab. Save your honour! [Exe. Luc. Isa. and Pro.
Ang. From thee; even from thy virtue!-

Isab. So you must be the first, that gives this What's this? what's this? Is this her fault, or mine?

sentence:

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Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt,
Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak,
Than the soft myrtle:-0, but man, proud man!
Drest in a little brief authority;
Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd,
His glassy essence,-like an angry ape,
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven,
As make the angels weep: who, with our spleens,
Would all themselves laugh mortal.
Lucio. O, to him, to him, wench: he will relent;
He's coming, I perceive't.
Prov.

Pray heaven, she win him! Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with ourself: Great men may jest with saints: 'tis wit in them; But, in less, foul profanation.

Lucio. Thou art in the right, girl; more o' that. Isab. That in the captain's but a choleric word, Which in the soldier is lat blasphemy.

Lucio. Art advis'd o' that? more on't. Ang. Why do you put these sayings upon me? Isab. Because authority, though it err like others, Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself,

;

That skims the vice o' the top: Go to your bosom
Knock there; and ask your heart, what it doth know
That's like my brother's fault: if it confess
A natural guiltiness, such as is his,

Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue
Against my brother's life.

Ang.

She speaks, and 'tis Such sense, that my sense breeds with it.

you well.

Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back.

-Fare

Ang. I will bethink me:-Come again to-morrow. Isab. Hark, how I'll bribe you: Good my lord, turn back.

Ang. How! bribe me?

The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most? Ha!
Not she; nor doth she tempt: but it is I,
That lying by the violet, in the sun,

Do, as the carrion does, not as the flower,
Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be,
That modesty may more betray our sense
Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground
enough,

Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary,
And pitch our evils there? O, fie, fie, fie!
What dost thou? or what art thou, Angelo?
Dost thou desire her foully, for those things
That make her good? O, let her brother live:
Thieves for their robbery have authority,
When judges steal themselves. What? do I love her,
That I desire to hear her speak again,

And feast upon her eyes? What is't I dream on?
O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint,
With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous
Is that temptation, that doth goad us on
To sin in loving virtue: never could the strumpet,
With all her double vigour, art, and nature,
Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid
Subdues me quite ;-Ever, till now,
When men were fond, I sinil'd, and wonder'd how.
[Exit.

SCENE III-A room in a prison. Enter Duke,

habited like a Friar, and Provost.

Duke. Hail to you, provost; so, I think you are. Prov. I am the provost:, What's your will, good

friar?

Duke. Bound by my charity, and my bless'd order,

I come to visit the afflicted spirits
Here in the prison: do me the common right
To let me see them; and to make me know
The nature of their crimes, that I may minister
To them accordingly.

Prov. I would do more than that, if more were necdful.

Enter Juliet.

Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine,
Who falling in the flames of her own youth,
Hath blister'd her report: She is with child;
And he that got it, sentenc'd: a young man

Isab. Ay, with such gifts, that heaven shall share More fit to do another such offence,

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