Mari. Gentle my liege,— [Kneeling. You do but lose your labour: Away with him to death.-Now, sir, [To Lucio.] to you. 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: Mari. Isabel, Hold up your hands, say nothing, I'll speak all. Isab. 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; Mari. Merely, my lord. Provost, how came it, Claudio was beheaded (1) Reason and affection. Prov. sage. Duke. For which I do discharge you of your office: Give up your keys. Prov. Pardon me, noble lord: Duke. Prov. What's he? 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? Prov. This, my lord. Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul, (1) Consideration. |