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Come hither, Isabel.
Attorney'd at your service.
Oh, give me pardon, That I, your vassal, have employ'd and pain'd
Your unknown sovereignty!
You are pardon'd, Isabel:
So happy is your brother.
I do, my lord. (Re-enter Angelo, Mariana, Friar Peter,
For this new-married man, approaching here,
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,
with a husband.
O my dear lord,
Never crave him; we are definitive.
You do but lose your labour. Away with him to death! *(To Lucio.) Now, sir, to you. MARIANA.
O my good lord!-Sweet Isabel, take my part;
Against all sense you do importune her:
And take her hence in horror.
O Isabel, will you not lend a knee!
He dies for Claudio's death.
Most bounteous sir,
Intents, but merely thoughts.
Merely, my lord.
Your suit's unprofitable; stand up, I say.
At an unusual hour!
It was commanded so. DUKE.
Had you a special warrant for the deed! PROVOST.
No, my good lord; it was by private message. DUKE.
For which I do discharge you of your office:
Give up your keys.
Pardon me, noble lord:
I have resery'd alive.
What's he! PROVOST.
His name is Barnardine.
I would thou hadst done so by Claudio.
(Exit Provost.) ESCALUS.
I am sorry, one so learned and so wise
And lack of temper'd judgment afterward.
I am sorry that such sorrow I procure:
muffled, & Juliet.) DUKE.
Which is that Barnardine! PROVOST.
This, my lord.
There was a friar told me of this man.-
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! PROVOST.
This is another prisoner that I sav'd,
D(Unmuffles Claudio.) DUKE. (To Isabella.)
If he be like your brother, for his sake
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 you well: Look that you love your wife; her worth worth yours. . I find an apt remission in myself; And yet here's one in place I cannot pardon.
(To Lucio.) You, sirrah, that knew me for a fool, a coward, One all of luxury, an ass, a madman; Wherein have I so well deserv'd of you, That you
extol me 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. DŪKE.
Whipt first, sir, and hang'd after.
Let him be whipt and hang’d.
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 recompense me in making me a cuckold. DUKE.
Upon mine honour, thou shalt marry her.
And see our pleasure herein executed.
Marrying a punk, my lord, is pressing to death, whipping,
and hanging. DUKE. Slandering a prince deserves it.
(Exeunt Officers with Lucio.) 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. Thanks, provost, for thy care and secrecy: We shall employ thee in a worthier place.Forgive him, Angelo, that brought you home The head of Ragozine for Claudio's: The offence pardons itself.-Dear Isabel, I have a motion much imports your good;
Whereto if you 'll a willing ear incline,