Come, sir.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE II. Another room in the same.
[Enter PROVOST and a SERVANT.]
SERVANT.
He's hearing of a cause; he will come straight.
I'll tell him of you.
PROVOST.
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
To die for it!
[Enter ANGELO.]
ANGELO.
Now, what's the matter, provost?
PROVOST.
Is it your will Claudio shall die to-morrow?
ANGELO.
Did not I tell thee yea? hadst thou not order?
Why dost thou ask again?
PROVOST.
Lest I might be too rash:
Under your good correction, I have seen
When, after execution, judgment hath
Repented o'er his doom.
ANGELO.
Go to; let that be mine:
Do you your office, or give up your place,
And you shall well be spared.
PROVOST.
I crave your honour's pardon:
What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet?
She's very near her hour.
ANGELO.
Dispose of her
To some more fitter place; and that with speed.
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