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57: _they_] _you_ Rowe.
78: _uncleanliness_] F1. _uncleanness_ F2 F3 F4.
79: _the_] _that_ Hanmer.
85: [To Ange. Capell.
87: _sir_] om. F4.
88: _distant_] F1. _instant_ F2 F3 F4.
96: _but two_] F1. _no more_ F2 F3 F4.
107: _very_] om. Pope.
113: _me_] om. Pope. _we_ Grant White.
115: _nor_] om. Pope.
117: _into_] _unto_ Collier MS.
120: _All-hallond_] _All-holland_ Pope.
122: _chair, sir_] _chamber, sir_ Capell conj. _chamber_ Anon. conj.
126: _winter_] _windows_ Collier MS.
132: SCENE III. Pope.
186: _you_] _ye_ F4.
194: _hang_] _hang on_ Heath conj.
198: SCENE IV. Pope.
207: _in_] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.
214: _nor_] _and_ Pope.
216: _splay_] _spay_ Steevens.
221: _the knaves_] F1. _knaves_ F2 F3 F4.
222: _are_ F2 F3 F4. _is_ F1.
225: _year_] Ff. _years_ Rowe.
226: _year_] F1 _years_ F2 F3 F4.
227: _bay_] _day_ Pope.
234: _Pompey_] om. F4.
237: [Aside] Staunton.
241: SCENE V. Pope.
245: _your_] Pope. _the_ Ff.
260: _home_] F1. _go home_ F2 F3 F4.
267: _There is_] _There's_ Pope.
SCENE II. _Another room in the same._
_Enter PROVOST and a _Servant_._
_Serv._ He's hearing of a cause; he will come straight: I'll tell him of you.
_Prov._ Pray you, do. [_Exit Servant._] I'll know His pleasure; may be he will relent. Alas, He hath but as offended in a dream!
All sects, all ages smack of this vice; and he 5 To die for 't!
_Enter ANGELO._
_Ang._ Now, what's the matter, provost?
_Prov._ Is it your will Claudio shall die to-morrow?
_Ang._ Did not I tell thee yea? hadst thou not order?
Why dost thou ask again?
_Prov._ Lest I might be too rash: Under your good correction, I have seen, 10 When, after execution, Judgement hath Repented o'er his doom.
_Ang._ Go to; let that be mine: Do you your office, or give up your place, And you shall well be spared.
_Prov._ I crave your honour's pardon.
What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet? 15 She's very near her hour.
_Ang._ Dispose of her To some more fitter place, and that with speed.
_Re-enter _Servant_._
_Serv._ Here is the sister of the man condemn'd Desires access to you.
_Ang._ Hath he a sister?
_Prov._ Ay, my good lord; a very virtuous maid, 20 And to be shortly of a sisterhood, If not already.
_Ang._ Well, let her be admitted. [_Exit Servant._ See you the fornicatress be removed: Let her have needful, but not lavish, means; There shall be order for 't.
_Enter ISABELLA and LUCIO._
_Prov._ G.o.d save your honour! 25
_Ang._ Stay a little while. [_To Isab._]
You're welcome: what's your will?
_Isab._ I am a woeful suitor to your honour, Please but your honour hear me.
_Ang._ Well; what's your suit?
_Isab._ There is a vice that most I do abhor, And most desire should meet the blow of justice; 30 For which I would not plead, but that I must; For which I must not plead, but that I am At war 'twixt will and will not.
_Ang._ Well; the matter?
_Isab._ I have a brother is condemn'd to die: I do beseech you, let it be his fault, 35 And not my brother.
_Prov._ [_Aside_] Heaven give thee moving graces!
_Ang._ Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it?
Why, every fault's condemn'd ere it be done: Mine were the very cipher of a function, To fine the faults whose fine stands in record, 40 And let go by the actor.
_Isab._ O just but severe law!
I had a brother, then.--Heaven keep your honour!
_Lucio._ [_Aside to Isab._]
Give't not o'er so: to him again, entreat him; Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown: You are too cold; if you should need a pin, 45 You could not with more tame a tongue desire it: To him, I say!
_Isab._ Must he needs die?
