Mari. Ijabel, Sweet Ifabel, do yet but kneel by me, Hold up your hands, fay nothing; I'll fpeak all. Look, if it please you, on this man condemn'd, Mari, Meerly, my lord. 8 [Kneeling. intents meerly thoughts. Duke. Your fuit's unprofitable; ftand up, I fay: I have bethought me of another fault. Provoft, how came it Claudio was beheaded At an unusual hour? Prov. 9'Twas fo commanded.` Duke. Had you a fpecial warrant for the deed? Prov. No, my good lord; it was by private meffage. Duke. For which I do discharge you of your office: Give up your keys. Prov. Pardon me, noble lord. I thought it was a fault, but knew it not; Duke. And what is he? 8 intents, but meerly thoughts. Prov. 9 It was commanded fo. Prov. His name is Barnardine. Duke. I would thou had'ft done fo by Claudio: Go fetch him hither; let me look upon him. [Exit Prov. Efcal. I'm forry one fo learned and fo wife, As you, lord Angelo, have ftill appear'd, Should flip fo grofly both in heat of blood, And lack of temper'd judgment afterward. Ang. I'm forry that fuch forrow I procure; And fo deep fticks it in my penitent heart, That I crave death more willingly than mercy: 'Tis my deferving, and I do intreat it. Enter Provoft, Barnardine, Claudio, and Julietta. Duke. Which is that Barnardine? 2 Prov. This, my good lord.` Duke. There was a Friar told me of this man: For better times to come: Friar, advise him; Give me your hand, 'fay you'll be mine, and he's 2 my lord. Look 4 Is he Look that you love your wife; 'her worth works yours.` I find an apt remiffion in my felf, And yet here's one in place I cannot pardon. You, firrah, that knew me for a fool, a coward, One all of luxury, an afs, a mad-man; That you extol me thus ? [To Lucio. 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 firft, Sir, and hang'd after. Lucio. I beseech your Highness, do not marry me to a whore: your Highness faid even now, I made you a Duke; good my lord, do not recompence me in making me a cuckold. Duke. Upon mine honour, thou fhalt marry her: Remit thy other forfeits; take him to prison: Lucio. Marrying a punk, my lord, is preffing to death, whipping and hanging. Duke. Sland'ring a Prince deferves it. 'Her, Claudio, that you wrong'd, look you restore. Joy to you, Mariana! love her, Angelo: I have confefs'd her, and I know her virtue. Thanks, good friend Efcalus, for thy much goodness: 6 her worth, worth yours. 7 woman 8 executed. The 9 She, The head of Ragozine for Claudio's ; What's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine: What's yet behind that's meet you all should know. [Exeunt. |