They say best men are moulded out of faults, Duke. He dies for Claudio's death. Isab. Most bounteous Sir. [Kneeling.] 490 For Angelo, his Act did not ore-take his bad intent, And must be buried but as an intent 500 That perish'd by the way: thoughts are no subjects Intents, but meerely thoughts. Mar. Meerely my Lord. Duk. Your suite's unprofitable: stand up I say: I have bethought me of another fault. Provost, how came it Claudio was beheaded Pro. It was commanded so. 508 Duke. Had you a speciall warrant for the deed? Pro. No my good Lord: it was by private message. Duk. For which I doe discharge you of your office, Give up your keyes. Pro. Pardon mc, noble Lord, I thought it was a fault, but knew it not, 499. For Angelo: separate 1.-JOHNSON. 513. mc: me-2-4F. Duk. What's he? Pro. His name is Barnardine. Duke. I would thou hadst done so by Claudio: Goe fetch him hither, let me looke upon him. 520 [Exit Provost.] Esc. I am sorry, one so learned, and so wise Ang. I am sorrie, that such sorrow I procure, 530 Enter Barnardine and Provost, Claudio [muffled], Julietta. Duke. Which is that Barnardine? Pro. This my Lord. Duke. There was a Friar told me of this man. Sirha, thou art said to have a stubborne soule That apprehends no further then this world, And squar'st thy life according: Thou'rt condemn'd, 540 I leave him to your hand. What muffeld fellow's that? Who should have di'd when Claudio lost his head, [Unmuffles Claudio.] Duke. [To Is.] If he be like your brother, for his sake Is he pardon'd, and for your lovelie sake Give me your hand, and say you will be mine, He is my brother too: But fitter time for that: I finde an apt remission in my selfe: And yet heere's one in place I cannot pardon, That you extoll me thus? 550 yours Luc. '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. Proclaime it Provost round about the Citie, If any woman wrong'd by this lewd fellow (As I have heard him sweare himselfe there's one whom he begot with childe) let her appeare, And he shall marry her: the nuptiall finish'd, Let him be whipt and hang'd. 561 Luc. I beseech your Highnesse doe not marry me to a Whore: your Highnesse said even now I made you a Duke, good my Lord do not recompence me, in making me a Cuckold. Duke. Upon mine honor thou shalt marrie her. Thy slanders I forgive, and therewithall Remit thy other forfeits: take him to prison, And see our pleasure herein executed. 572 Luc. Marrying a punke my Lord, is pressing to death, Whipping and hanging. Duke. Slandering a Prince deserves it. [Exeunt Officers with Lucio.] She Claudio that you wrong'd, looke you restore. 580 Joy to you Mariana, love her Angelo: I have confes'd her, and I know her vertue. Thanks good friend, Escalus, for thy much goodnesse, Deere Isabell, 590 What's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine. 594. that: that's-2-4F. |