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Enter, severally, DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as a friar, and ProvostDUKE VINCENTIO
Hail to you, provost! so I think you are.Provost
I am the provost. What's your will, good friar?DUKE VINCENTIO
Bound by my charity and my blest order,Provost
I come to visit the afflicted spirits
Here in the prison. Do me the common right
To let me see them and to make me know
The nature of their crimes, that I may minister
To them accordingly.
I would do more than that, if more were needful.DUKE VINCENTIO
Enter JULIET
Look, here comes one: a gentlewoman of mine,
Who, falling in the flaws of her own youth,
Hath blister'd her report: she is with child;
And he that got it, sentenced; a young man
More fit to do another such offence
Than die for this.
When must he die?Provost
As I do think, to-morrow.DUKE VINCENTIO
I have provided for you: stay awhile,
To JULIET
And you shall be conducted.
Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry?JULIET
I do; and bear the shame most patiently.DUKE VINCENTIO
I'll teach you how you shall arraign your conscience,JULIET
And try your penitence, if it be sound,
Or hollowly put on.
I'll gladly learn.DUKE VINCENTIO
Love you the man that wrong'd you?JULIET
Yes, as I love the woman that wrong'd him.DUKE VINCENTIO
So then it seems your most offenceful actJULIET
Was mutually committed?
Mutually.DUKE VINCENTIO
Then was your sin of heavier kind than his.JULIET
I do confess it, and repent it, father.DUKE VINCENTIO
'Tis meet so, daughter: but lest you do repent,JULIET
As that the sin hath brought you to this shame,
Which sorrow is always towards ourselves, not heaven,
Showing we would not spare heaven as we love it,
But as we stand in fear,--
I do repent me, as it is an evil,DUKE VINCENTIO
And take the shame with joy.
There rest.JULIET
Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow,
And I am going with instruction to him.
Grace go with you, Benedicite!
Exit
Must die to-morrow! O injurious love,Provost
That respites me a life, whose very comfort
Is still a dying horror!
'Tis pity of him.
Exeunt
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