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ESCALUS:
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?
ELBOW:
Faith, sir, few of any wit in such matters: as they
are chosen, they are glad to choose me for them; I
do it for some piece of money, and go through with
all.
ESCALUS:
Look you bring me in the names of some six or seven,
the most sufficient of your parish.
ELBOW:
To your worship's house, sir?
ESCALUS:
To my house. Fare you well.
What's o'clock, think you?
Justice:
Eleven, sir.
ESCALUS:
I pray you home to dinner with me.
Justice:
I humbly thank you.
ESCALUS:
It grieves me for the death of Claudio;
But there's no remedy.
Justice:
Lord Angelo is severe.
ESCALUS:
It is but needful:
Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so;
Pardon is still the nurse of second woe:
But yet,--poor Claudio! There is no remedy.
Come, sir.
Servant:
He's hearing of a cause; he will come straight
I'll tell him of you.
Provost:
Pray you, do.
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't!
ANGELO:
Now, what's the matter. Provost?
Provost:
Is it your will Claudio shall die tomorrow?
ANGELO:
Did not I tell thee yea? hadst thou not order?
Why dost thou ask again?
Provost:
Lest I might be too rash:
Under your good correction, I have seen,
When, after execution, judgment hath
Repented o'er his doom.
ANGELO:
Go to; let that be mine:
Do you your office, or give up your place,
And you shall well be spared.
Provost:
I crave your honour's pardon.
What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet?
She's very near her hour.
ANGELO:
Dispose of her
To some more fitter place, and that with speed.
Servant:
Here is the sister of the man condemn'd
Desires access to you.
ANGELO:
Hath he a sister?
Provost:
Ay, my good lord; a very virtuous maid,
And to be shortly of a sisterhood,
If not already.
ANGELO: