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No longer session hold upon my shame;
trial be mine own confession: Immediate sentence then, and sequent death, Is all the grace I beg.
Duke. Come hither, Mariana :
Ang. I was, my lord.
Duke. Go take her hence, and marry her instantly, Do you the office, Friar; which consummate, Return him here again: go with him, Provost.
[Exeunt Angelo, Mariana, Peter, and Provoft.
Escal. Milord, I am more amared at his dishonour,
Than at the strangeness of it.
jab. Oh, give me pardon,
Duke. You are pardon'd, Isabel. And now, dear maid, be you as free to us. Your brother's death, I know, fits at your heart:1 And you may marvel, why I obscur'd myself, Labouring to save his life; and would not rather Make rash remonftrance of my hidden power, Than let him be so lost: Oh, most kind maid, It was the swift celerity of his death, Which, I did think, with flower foot came on, * That baind my purpose: but peace be with him! That life is better life, past fearing death, Than that which lives to fear; make it your comfort ; So, happy is your brother. * That brain'd my furpose :) We should read 'lain d, i. e. destroy’d.
Enter Angelo, Mariana, Peter, and Provost.
Do, my lord.
Isab. I Duke
. For this new marry'd man, approaching
Whose falt imagination yet hath wrong'd
block, Where Claudio ftoop'd to death; and with like haste; Away with him.
Mari. Oh, my most gracious lord,
Duke. It is your husband mock'd you with a husband.
Duke. Never crave him ; we are definitive.
Mari. Gentle, my liege
Duke. You do but lose your labour :
Mari. Oh, my good lord ! Sweet Isabel, take my part;
Duke. Against all sense you do importune her ;
up your hands, fay nothing ; I'll speak all.
Duke He dies for Claudio's death.
Mari. Merely, my lord.
Duke. Your suits unprofitable; stand up, I say:
Prov. It was commanded fo.
Duke. For which I do discharge you of your office:
Prov. Pardon me, noble lord.
Duke. What's he?
Duke, I would, thou hadst done so by Claudio:
Escal. I'm sorry, one so learned and so wife As you, lord Angelo, have still appear’d, Should stip so grofly both in heat of blood, And lack of temper'd judgment afterward.
Ang. I'm sorry, that fuch 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 intreat it.
S CE N E VII.
Duke. W "Prou. This, my lord
Enter Provost, Barnardine, Claudio, and Julietta.
HICH is that Barnardine?
. Duke. There was a Friar told me of this man: Sirrah, thou’rt said to have a stubborn soul, That apprehends no further than this world; And squarst thy life accordingly: thou’rt condemn'd; But for those earthly faults, I quit them all: I pray thee, take this mercy to provide For better times to come : Friar, advise him; (that? I leave him to your hand. What muffled fellow's
Prov. This is another prisoner, that I fav'd, Who should have dy'd when Claudio lost his head; As like almost to Claudio, as himself.
Duke. If he be like your brother, for his fake.[To Isa. Is he pardon'd; and for your lovely fake,
Give me your hand, and say, you will be mine,
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.
Duke. Whipt first, Sir, and hang'd after.
Lucio. 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 recompence me, in making 'me a cuckold.
Duke. Upon mine honour, thou shalt marry her: Thy slanders I forgive, and therewithal Remit thy other forfeits; take him to prison: And see our pleasure herein executed.
Lucio. Marrying a punk, my lord, is pressing to death ; whipping and hanging,
Duke. Sland'ring a prince deserves it. She, Claudio, that you wrongd, 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.