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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 |
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