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 cutt 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 gyves; if not, you shall have your full time of imprisonment, and your deliverance with an umpitied whipping; for you have been a nototious 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 my 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? Fie upon him, he will discredit our mystery,

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 favour you have, but that you have a hanging look,) do you call, Sir, your Occupation a mystery?

Abhor. Ay, Sir; a mystery.

Clo. Painting, Sir, I have heard say, is a my stery; and your whores, Sir, being members of my occupation, using painting, do prove my occupa tion. 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.

Clo. Proof.

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; doth oftner ask forgiveness.

he

Prov. You, sirrah, provide your block and your axe, to-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 yare; for, truly Sir, for your Kindness, I owe you a good turn.

Prov. Call hither Barnardinė and Claudio:

One has my pity;

Being a murderer,

[Exeunt Clown and ABHORSON.
not a jot the other,
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 Barnardine? Claud. As fast lock'd up in sleep, as guiltless labour

When it lies starkly in the traveller's bones:
He will not wake.

Prov. 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.

Enter DUKE.

Welcome, father.

Duke. The best and wholsomest spirits of the

night

Envelop 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 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 ty

Now are they

[Knocking within. Provost goes out.

This is a gentle provost: Seldom, when
The steeled goaler is the friend of men. -
How now? What noise? That spirit's possess'd
with haste,

That wounds the unsisting postern with these strokes.

Provost returns, speaking to one at the door. Prov. There he must stay, until the officer Arise to let him in; he is call'd up.

Duke. Have you not countermand for, Claudio yet,

But he must die to-morrow?

Prov. None, Sir, none.

Duke. As near the dawning, Provost, as it is, You shall hear more ere morning.

Prov. 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 publick ear

Profess'd the contrary.

Enter a Messenger.

Duke. This is his Lordship's man. Prov. And here comes Claudio's pardon. Mess. My Lord hath sent you this note; and by me this further charge, that you swerve not from the smallest article of it, matter, or other circumstance. for, as I take it, it is almost day. Prov. I shall obey him.

neither in time,

Good morrow;

[Exit Messenger.

Duke. This is his pardon; purchas'd by such

sin,

For which the pardoner himself is in:
Hence hath offence his quick celerity,
When it is borne in high authority;

[Aside.

When vice makes mercy, mercy's so extended,
That for the fault's love, is the offender friended.
Now, Sir, what news.

Prev. I told yon: Lord Angels, be-like, thinking me remiss in mine office, awakens me with this unwonted putting on: methinks, strangely; for he hath not used it before.

Duke. Pray you, let's hear.

Prov. [Reads.] Whatsoever you may hear to the contrary, let Claudio be executed by four of the clock; and, in the afternoon, Barnar dine: for my better satisfaction, let me have Claudio's head sent me by five. Let this be duly perform'd; with a thought, that more depends on it than we must yet deliver. Thus fail not to do your office, as you will answer it at your peril.

What say you to this, Sir?

Duke. What is that Barnardine, who is to be executed in the afternoon?

Prov.

:

A Bohemian boru;

but here nursed up and bred one that is a prisoner nine years old. Duke. How came it that the absent Duke had not either deliver'd him to his liberty, or executed him; I have heard it was ever his manner to do so.

Prov. His friends still wrought reprieves for him; And, indeed, his fact, till now in the go. vernment of Lord Angelo, came not to an undoubtful proof.

Duke. Is it now apparent?

Prov. Most manifest, and not denied by himself. Duke. Hath he borne himself penitently in pri son? How seems he to be touch'd?

Prav. 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 mortality, and desperately mortal.