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Provost:
What comfort is for Claudio?
DUKE VINCENTIO:
There's some in hope.
Provost:
It is a bitter deputy.
DUKE VINCENTIO:
Not so, not so; his life is parallel'd
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 meal'd with that
Which he corrects, then were he tyrannous;
But this being so, he's just.
Now are they come.
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:
There he must stay until the officer
Arise to let him in: he is call'd up.
DUKE VINCENTIO:
Have you no countermand for Claudio yet,
But he must die to-morrow?
Provost:
None, sir, none.
DUKE VINCENTIO:
As near the dawning, provost, as it is,
You shall hear more ere morning.
Provost:
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.
This is his lordship's man.
DUKE VINCENTIO:
And here comes Claudio's pardon.
Messenger:
Provost:
I shall obey him.
DUKE VINCENTIO:
Provost:
I told you. Lord Angelo, belike thinking me remiss
in mine office, awakens me with this unwonted
putting-on; methinks strangely, for he hath not used it before.
DUKE VINCENTIO:
Pray you, let's hear.
Provost:
DUKE VINCENTIO:
What is that Barnardine who is to be executed in the
afternoon?
Provost:
A Bohemian born, but here nursed un and bred; one
that is a prisoner nine years old.
DUKE VINCENTIO:
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.
Provost:
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 VINCENTIO:
It is now apparent?
Provost:
Most manifest, and not denied by himself.
DUKE VINCENTIO:
Hath he born himself penitently in prison? how
seems he to be touched?
Provost:
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