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Re-enter Provost. Prov. Are you agreed ?

Clo. Sir, I will serve him; for I do find, your hangman is a more penitent trade than your bawd; he doth oftener ask forgiveness.

Prov. You, sirrah, provide your block and your axe, to-morrow four o'clock.

Abhor. Come on, bawd; I will instruct thee in my trade; follow.

Clo. I do desire to learn, sir; and, I hope, if you have occasion to use me for your own turn, you shall find me yare: for, truly sir, for your kindness, I owe you a good turn.. Prov. Call hither Barnardine and Claudio:

[Exeunt Clown and Abhorson. One has my pity; not a jot the other, Being a murderer, though he were my brother.

Enter Claudio. Look, here's the warrant, Claudio, for thy death : 'Tis now dead midnight, and by eight to-morrow Thou must be made immortal. Where's Barnardine?

Claud. As fast lock'd up in sleep, as guiltless labour
When it lies starkly in the traveller's bones :
He will not wake.

Prov. Who can do good on him?
Well, go, prepare yourself. But hark, what noise ?

[Knocking within. Heaven give your spirits comfort! [Exit CLAUD10.] By

and by :I hope it is some pardon, or reprieve,

For the most gentle Claudio.—Welcome, father.

Enter Duke.
Duke. The best and wholesomest spirits of the night
Envelop you, good Provost! Who call d here of late ?

Prov. None, since the curfew rung.
Duke. Not Isabel?
Prov. No.
Duke. They will then, ere't be long ,
Prov. What comfort is for Claudio ?
Duke. There's some in hope.
Prov. It is a bitter deputy.

Duke. Not so, not so; his life is paralleld
Even with the stroke and line of his great justice;
He doth with holy abstinence subdue
That in himself, which he spurs on his power
To qualify in others : were he mealed
With that which he corrects, then were he tyranous;
But this being so, he's just.—Now are they come.-

[Knocking within.Provost goes out. This is a gentle provost: Seldom, when The steeled gaoler is the friend of men.How now! What noise? That spirit's possessed with

haste, That wounds the unsisting postern with these strokes.

Provost returns, speaking to one at the door. Prov. There he must stay, until the officer Arise to let him in; he is called up.

Duke. Have you no countermand for Claudio yet, But he must die to-morrow?

Proc. None, sir, none.

Duke. As near the dawning, Provost, as it is,
You shall hear more ere morning.

Prov. Happily,
You something know; yet, I believe, there comes
No countermand; no such example have we:
Besides, upon the very siege of justice,
Lord Angelo hath to the public ear
Profess'd the contrary,

Enter a Messenger.
Duke. This is his lordship’s man.
Prov. And here comes Claudio's pardon.

Mes. My lord hath sent you this note; and by me this further charge, that you swerve not from the smallest article of it, neither in tine, matter, or other circumstance. Good morrow; for, as I take it, it is almost day. Prov. I shall obey him.

[Exit Messenger. Duke. This is his pardon; purchas’d by such sin,

[Aside. For which the pardoner himself is in: Hence hath offence his quick celerity, When it is borne in high authority: When vice makes mercy, mercy's so extended, That for the fault's love, is the offender friended. Now, sir, what news ?

Prov. I told you : Lord Angelo, be-like, thinking me remiss in mine office, awakens me with this unwonted putting on: methinks, strangely; for he hath not used it before.

Duke. Pray you, let's hear.
Prov. [Reads.] Whatsoever you may hear to the con-

trary, let Claudio be executed by four of the clock; and, in the afternoon, Barnardine ; for my better satisfaction, let me have Claudio's head sent me by five. Let this be duly performd; with a thought, that more depends on it than we must yet deliver. Thus fail not to do your office, as you will answer it at your peril. What say you to this, sir ?

Duke. What is that Barnardine, who is to be executed in the afternoon ?

Prov. A Bohemian born; but here nursed up and bred: one that is a prisoner nine years old.

Duke. How came it, that the absent duke had not either delivered him to his liberty, or executed him? I have heard, it was ever his manner to do so.

Prov. His friends still wrought reprieves for him: And, indeed, his fact, till now in the government of lord Angelo, came not to an undoubtful proof.

Duke. Is it now apparent?
Prov. Most manifest, and not denied by himself.

Duke. Hath be borne himself penitently in prison? How seems he to be touched ?

Prov. A man that apprehends death no more dreadfully, but as a drunken sleep; careless, reckless, and fearless of what's past, present, or to come; insensible of mortality, and desperately mortal.

Duke. He wants advice.

Prov. He will hear none: he hath evermore had the liberty of the prison; give him leave to escape hence, he would not: drunk many times a day, if not many days entirely drunk. We have very often awaked him, as if to carry him to execution, and showed him a seeming warrant for it: it hath not moved him at all.

Duke. More of him anon. There is written in your brow, Provost, honesty and constancy: if I read it not truly, my antient skill beguiles me; but in the boldness of my cunning, I will lay myself in hazard. Claudio, whom here you have a warrant to execute, is no greater forfeit to the law than Angelo, who hath sentenced him: To make you understand this in a manifested effect, I crave but four days respite; for the which you are to do me both a present and a dangerous courtesy.

Prov. Pray, sir, in what?
Duke. In the delaying death.

Prov. Alack! how may I do it? having the hour limited; and an express command, under penalty, to deliver his head in the view of Angelo ? I may make my case as Claudio's, to cross this in the smallest.

Duke. By the vow of mine order, I warrant you, if my instructions may be your guide. Let this Barnardine be this morning executed, and his head borne to Angelo.

Prov. Angelo hath seen them both, and will discover the favour.

Duke. O, death's a great disguiser: and you may add to it. Shave the head, and tie the beard; and say, it was the desire of the penitent to be so bared before his death : You know, the course is common. If any thing fall to you upon this, more than thanks and good fortune, by the saint whom I profess, I will plead against it with my life.

Prov. Pardon me, good father; it is against my oath,

Duke. Were you sworn to the duke, or to the de. puty?

Prov. To him, and to bis substitutes.

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