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There have I made my promise to call on him,
Are there no other tokens Between you 'greed, concerning her observance?
Isab. No, none, but only a repair i' the dark ; And that I have possess'd him, my most stay Can be but brief: for I have made him know, I have a servant comes with me along, That stays’ upon me; whose persuasion is, I come about
'Tis well borne up. I have not yet made known to Mariana A word of this:- What, ho! within!' come forth!
I do desire the like. Duke. Do you persuade yourself that I respect
you? Mari. Good friar, I know you do; and have
found it. Duke. Take then this your companion by the
Will't please you walk aside ?
(Exeunt MARIANA and ISABELLA. 1 Informed.
Duke. O place and greatness, millions of false
eyes Are stuck upon thee ! volumes of report Run with these false and most contrarious quests 3 Upon thy doings ! thousand 'scapes 4 of wit Make thee the father of their idle dream, And rack thee in their fancies ! — Welcome! How
Re-enter MARIANA and ISABELLA.
It is not my consent,
Little have you to say,
Fear me not.
husband on a pre-contract :
A Room in the Prison.
Enter Provost and Clown. Prov. Come hither, sirrah: Can you cut off a man's head?
Clo. If the man be a bachelor, sir, I can: but if he be a married man, he is his wife's head, and I can never cut off a woman's head.
Prov. Come, sir, leave me your snatches, and yield me a direct answer. To-morrow morning are to die Claudio and Barnardine: Here is in our prison a common executioner, who in his office lacks a helper: if you will take it on you to assist him, it shall redeem you from your gyves8; if not, you shall have your full time of imprisonment, and your deliverance with an unpitied whipping; for you have been a notorious bawd.
Clo. Sir, I have been an unlawful bawd time out of mind; but yet I will be content to be a lawful hangman. I would be glad to receive some instruction from
fellow partner: Prov. What ho, Abhorson! Where's Abhorson, there?
Enter ABHORSON. Abhor. Do you call, sir?
Prov. Sirrah, here's a fellow will help you tomorrow in your execution : 'if you think it meet, compound with him by the year, and let him abide here with you; if not, use him for the present, and dismiss him: He cannot plead his estimation with you; he hath been a bawd.
Abhor. A bawd, sir ? Fye upon him, he will discredit our mystery. 9
Prov. Go to, sir; you weigh equally; a feather will turn the scale.
[Exit. Clo. Pray, sir, by your good favour, (for, surely, sir, a good favouri you have, but that you
hanging look,) do you call, sir, your occupation a mystery? Abhor. Ay, sir; a mystery.
Clo. Painting, sir, I have heard say, is a mystery; and your whores, sir, being members of my occupation, using painting, do prove my occupation a mystery: but what mystery there should be in hanging, if I should be hang'd, I cannot imagine.
Abhor. Sir, it is a mystery.
Abhor. Every true? man's apparel fits your thief: If it be too little for your thief, your true man thinks it big enough; if it be too big for your thief, your thief thinks it little enough: so every true man's apparel fits your thief.
Re-enter Provost Prov. Are you agreed ?
Clo. Sir, I will serve him; for I do find, your hangman is a more penitent trade than your bawd, he doth oftener ask forgiveness.
Prov. You, sirrah, provide your block and your axe, lo-morrow four o'clock.
Abhor. Come on, bawd; I will instruct thee in my trade; follow.
Clo. I do desire to learn, sir; and, I hope, if you have occasion to use me for your own turn, you shall find me yare3: for, truly, sir, for yoạr kindness, I owe you a good turn. Prov. Call hither Barnardine and Claudio:
[Exeunt Clown and ABHORSON. One has my pity; not a jot the other, Being a murderer, though he were my brother.
Enter CLAUDIO. Look, here's the warrant, Claudio, for thy death: 'Tis now dead midnight, and by eight to-morrow Thou must be made immortal. Where's Barnar
dine? Claud. As fast lock'd up in sleep, as guiltless
Who can do good on him? Well, go, prepare yourself. But hark, what noise?
[Knocking within. Heaven give your spirits comfort! [Exit CLAUDIO.
By and by : I hope it is some pardon, or reprieve, For the most gentle Claudio. Welcome, father.
Enter Duke. Duke. The best and wholesomest spirits of the
night Envelope you, good Provost! Who call'd here of
late Prov. None, since the curfew rung. Duke.
Not Isabel ? Prov. No. Duke. They will then ere't be long, Prov. What comfort is for Claudio ? Duke.
There's some in hope. Prov. It is a bitter deputy:
Duke. Not so, not so; his life is paralleld 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