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Mari. Gentle my liege,—
You do but lose your labour:
Away with him to death.-Now, sir, [To Lucio.]
Mari. O, my good lord!-Sweet Isabel, take
Lend me your knees, and all my life to come
Duke. Against all sensel you do impórtune her:
Hold up your hands, say nothing, I'll speak all.
Most bounteous sir, [Kneeling. Look, if it please you, on this man condemn'd, As if my brother liv'd : I partly think, A due sincerity govern'd his deeds, Till he did look on me; since it is so, Let him not die: My brother had but justice, In that he did the thing for which he died: For Angelo,
His act did not o'ertake his bad intent,
And must be buried but as an intent
That perish'd by the way: thoughts are no subjects;
Merely, my lord.
Provost, how came it, Claudio was beheaded
(1) Reason and affection.
Duke. For which I do discharge you of your office: Give up your keys.
Pardon me, noble lord:
His name is Barnardine. Duke. I would thou had'st done so by Claudio.Go, fetch him hither; let me look upon him. [Exit Provost. Escal. I am sorry, one so learned and so wise As you, lord Angelo, have still appear'd, Should slip so grossly, both in the heat of blood, And lack of temper'd judgment afterward.
Ang. I am sorry, that such 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 entreat it..
Re-enter Provost, Barnardine, Claudio, and Juliet. Duke. Which is that Barnardine?
This, my lord.
Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul,