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_Bar._ You rogue, I have been drinking all night; I am not fitted for 't. 40
_Pom._ O, the better, sir; for he that drinks all night, and is hanged betimes in the morning, may sleep the sounder all the next day.
_Abhor._ Look you, sir; here comes your ghostly father: do we jest now, think you? 45
_Enter DUKE disguised as before._
_Duke._ Sir, induced by my charity, and hearing how hastily you are to depart, I am come to advise you, comfort you and pray with you.
_Bar._ Friar, not I: I have been drinking hard all night, and I will have more time to prepare me, or they shall beat 50 out my brains with billets: I will not consent to die this day, that's certain.
_Duke._ O, sir, you must: and therefore I beseech you Look forward on the journey you shall go.
_Bar._ I swear I will not die to-day for any man's persuasion. 55
_Duke._ But hear you.
_Bar._ Not a word: if you have any thing to say to me, come to my ward; for thence will not I to-day. [_Exit._
_Duke._ Unfit to live or die: O gravel heart! 60 After him, fellows; bring him to the block.
[_Exeunt Abhorson and Pompey._
_Re-enter PROVOST._
_Prov._ Now, sir, how do you find the prisoner?
_Duke._ A creature unprepared, unmeet for death; And to transport him in the mind he is Were d.a.m.nable.
_Prov._ Here in the prison, father, 65 There died this morning of a cruel fever One Ragozine, a most notorious pirate, A man of Claudio's years; his beard and head Just of his colour. What if we do omit This reprobate till he were well inclined; 70 And satisfy the Deputy with the visage Of Ragozine, more like to Claudio?
_Duke._ O, 'tis an accident that heaven provides!
Dispatch it presently; the hour draws on Prefix'd by Angelo: see this be done, 75 And sent according to command; whiles I Persuade this rude wretch willingly to die.
_Prov._ This shall be done, good father, presently.
But Barnardine must die this afternoon: And how shall we continue Claudio, 80 To save me from the danger that might come If he were known alive?
_Duke._ Let this be done.
Put them in secret holds, both Barnardine and Claudio: Ere twice the sun hath made his journal greeting To the under generation, you shall find 85 Your safety manifested.
_Prov._ I am your free dependant.
_Duke._ Quick, dispatch, and send the head to Angelo.
[_Exit Provost._
Now will I write letters to Angelo,-- The provost, he shall bear them,--whose contents 90 Shall witness to him I am near at home, And that, by great injunctions, I am bound To enter publicly: him I'll desire To meet me at the consecrated fount, A league below the city; and from thence, 95 By cold gradation and well-balanced form, We shall proceed with Angelo.
_Re-enter PROVOST._
_Prov._ Here is the head; I'll carry it myself.
_Duke._ Convenient is it. Make a swift return; For I would commune with you of such things 100 That want no ear but yours.
_Prov._ I'll make all speed. [_Exit._
_Isab._ [_Within_] Peace, ho, be here!
_Duke._ The tongue of Isabel. She's come to know If yet her brother's pardon be come hither: But I will keep her ignorant of her good, 105 To make her heavenly comforts of despair, When it is least expected.
_Enter ISABELLA._
_Isab._ Ho, by your leave!
_Duke._ Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.
_Isab._ The better, given me by so holy a man.
Hath yet the Deputy sent my brother's pardon? 110
_Duke._ He hath released him, Isabel, from the world: His head is off, and sent to Angelo.
_Isab._ Nay, but it is not so.
_Duke._ It is no other: show your wisdom, daughter, In your close patience. 115
_Isab._ O, I will to him and pluck out his eyes!
_Duke._ You shall not be admitted to his sight.
_Isab._ Unhappy Claudio! wretched Isabel!
Injurious world! most d.a.m.ned Angelo!
_Duke._ This nor hurts him nor profits you a jot; 120 Forbear it therefore; give your cause to heaven.
Mark what I say, which you shall find By every syllable a faithful verity: The Duke comes home to-morrow;--nay, dry your eyes; One of our covent, and his confessor, 125 Gives me this instance: already he hath carried Notice to Escalus and Angelo; Who do prepare to meet him at the gates, There to give up their power. If you can, pace your wisdom In that good path that I would wish it go; 130 And you shall have your bosom on this wretch, Grace of the Duke, revenges to your heart, And general honour.
_Isab._ I am directed by you.
_Duke._ This letter, then, to Friar Peter give; 'Tis that he sent me of the Duke's return: 135 Say, by this token, I desire his company At Mariana's house to-night. Her cause and yours I'll perfect him withal; and he shall bring you Before the Duke; and to the head of Angelo Accuse him home and home. For my poor self, 140 I am combined by a sacred vow, And shall be absent. Wend you with this letter: Command these fretting waters from your eyes With a light heart; trust not my holy order, If I pervert your course.--Who's here? 145
_Enter LUCIO._
_Lucio._ Good even. Friar, where's the provost?
_Duke._ Not within, sir.
_Lucio._ O pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine heart to see thine eyes so red: thou must be patient. I am fain to dine and sup with water and bran; I dare not for my 150 head fill my belly; one fruitful meal would set me to't.
But they say the Duke will be here to-morrow. By my troth, Isabel, I loved thy brother: if the old fantastical Duke of dark corners had been at home, he had lived.
[_Exit Isabella._
