thief thinks it little enough: so every true man’s
apparel fits your thief.
Re-enter Provost
Provost Are you agreed?
POMPEY Sir, I will serve him; for I do find your hangman is
a more penitent trade than your bawd; he doth
oftener ask forgiveness.
Provost You, sirrah, provide your block and your axe
to-morrow four o’clock.
ABHORSON Come on, bawd; I will instruct thee in my trade; follow.
POMPEY I do desire to learn, sir: and I hope, if you have
occasion to use me for your own turn, you shall find
me yare; for truly, sir, for your kindness I owe you
a good turn.
Provost Call hither Barnardine and Claudio:
Exeunt POMPEY and ABHORSON
The one has my pity; not a jot the other,
Being a murderer, though he were my brother.
Enter CLAUDIO
Look, here’s the warrant, Claudio, for thy death:
‘Tis now dead midnight, and by eight to-morrow
Thou must be made immortal. Where’s Barnardine?
CLAUDIO As fast lock’d up in sleep as guiltless labour
When it lies starkly in the traveller’s bones:
He will not wake.
Provost Who can do good on him?
Well, go, prepare yourself.
Knocking within
But, hark, what noise?
Heaven give your spirits comfort!
Exit CLAUDIO
By and by.
I hope it is some pardon or reprieve
For the most gentle Claudio.
Enter DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as before
Welcome father.
DUKE VINCENTIO The best and wholesomest spirts of the night
Envelope you, good Provost! Who call’d here of late?
Provost None, since the curfew rung.
DUKE VINCENTIO Not Isabel?
Provost No.
DUKE VINCENTIO They will, then, ere’t be long.
Provost What comfort is for Claudio?
DUKE VINCENTIO There’s some in hope.
Provost It is a bitter deputy.
DUKE VINCENTIO Not so, not so; his life is parallel’d
Even with the stroke and line of his great justice:
He doth with holy abstinence subdue
That in himself which he spurs on his power
To qualify in others: were he meal’d with that
Which he corrects, then were he tyrannous;
But this being so, he’s just.
Knocking within
Now are they come.
Exit Provost
This is a gentle provost: seldom when
The steeled gaoler is the friend of men.
Knocking within
How now! what noise? That spirit’s possessed with haste
That wounds the unsisting postern with these strokes.
Re-enter Provost
Provost There he must stay until the officer
Arise to let him in: he is call’d up.
DUKE VINCENTIO Have you no countermand for Claudio yet,
But he must die to-morrow?
Provost None, sir, none.
DUKE VINCENTIO As near the dawning, provost, as it is,
You shall hear more ere morning.
Provost Happily
You something know; yet I believe there comes
No countermand; no such example have we:
Besides, upon the very siege of justice
Lord Angelo hath to the public ear
Profess’d the contrary.
Enter a Messenger
This is his lordship’s man.
DUKE VINCENTIO And here comes Claudio’s pardon.
Messenger [Giving a paper]
My lord hath sent you this note; and by me this
further charge, that you swerve not from the
smallest article of it, neither in time, matter, or
other circumstance. Good morrow; for, as I take it,
it is almost day.
Provost I shall obey him.
Exit Messenger
DUKE VINCENTIO [Aside]
This is his pardon, purchased by such sin
For which the pardoner himself is in.
Hence hath offence his quick celerity,
When it is born in high authority:
When vice makes mercy, mercy’s so extended,
That for the fault’s love is the offender friended.
Now, sir, what news?
Provost I told you. Lord Angelo, belike thinking me remiss
in mine office, awakens me with this unwonted
putting-on; methinks strangely, for he hath not used it before.
DUKE VINCENTIO Pray you, let’s hear.
Provost [Reads]
‘Whatsoever you may hear to the contrary, let
Claudio be executed by four of the clock; and in the
afternoon Barnardine: for my better satisfaction,
let me have Claudio’s head sent me by five. Let
this be duly performed; with a thought that more
depends on it than we must yet deliver. Thus fail
not to do your office, as you will answer it at your peril.’
What say you to this, sir?
DUKE VINCENTIO What is that Barnardine who is to be executed in the
afternoon?
Provost A Bohemian born, but here nursed un and bred; one
that is a prisoner nine years old.
DUKE VINCENTIO How came it that the absent duke had not either
delivered him to his liberty or executed him? I
have heard it was ever his manner to do so.
Provost His friends still wrought reprieves for him: and,
indeed, his fact, till now in the government of Lord
Angelo, came not to an undoubtful proof.
DUKE VINCENTIO It is now apparent?
Provost Most manifest, and not denied by himself.
DUKE VINCENTIO Hath he born himself penitently in prison? how
seems he to be touched?
Provost A man that apprehends death no more dreadfully but
as a drunken sleep; careless, reckless, and fearless
of what’s past, present, or to come; insensible of
mortality, and desperately mortal.
DUKE VINCENTIO He wants advice.
Provost He will hear none: he hath evermore had the liberty
of the prison; give him leave to escape hence, he
would not: drunk many times a day, if not many days
entirely drunk. We have very oft awaked him, as if
to carry him to execution, and showed him a seeming
warrant for it: it hath not moved him at all.
DUKE VINCENTIO More of him anon. There is written in your brow,
provost, honesty and constancy: if I read it not
truly, my ancient skill beguiles me; but, in the
boldness of my cunning, I will lay myself in hazard.
Claudio, whom here you have warrant to execute, is
no greater forfeit to the law than Angelo who hath
sentenced him. To make you understand this in a
manifested effect, I crave but four days’ respite;
for the which you are to do me both a present and a
dangerous courtesy.
Provost Pray, sir, in what?
DUKE VINCENTIO In the delaying death.
Provost A lack, how may I do it, having the hour limited,
and an express command, under penalty, to deliver
his head in the view of Angelo? I may make my case
as Claudio’s, to cross this in the smallest.
DUKE VINCENTIO By the vow of mine order I warrant you, if my
instructions may be your guide. Let this Barnardine
be this morning executed, and his head born to Angelo.
Provost Angelo hath seen them both, and will discover the favour.
DUKE VINCENTIO O, death’s a great disguiser; and you may add to it.
Shave the head, and tie the beard; and say it was
the desire of the penitent to be so bared before his
death: you know the course is common. If any thing
fall to you upon this, more than thanks and good
fortune, by the saint whom I profess, I will plead
against it with my life.
Provost Pardon me, good father; it is against my oath.
DUKE VINCENTIO Were you sworn to the duke, or to the deputy?
Provost To him, and to his substitutes.
DUKE VINCENTIO You will think you have made no offence, if the duke
avouch the justice of your dealing?
Provost But what likelihood is in that?
DUKE VINCENTIO Not a resemblance, but a certainty. Yet since I see
you fearful, that neither my coat, integrity, nor
persuasion can with ease attempt you, I will go
further than I meant, to pluck all fears out of you.
Look you, sir, here is the hand and seal of the
duke: you know the character, I doubt not; and the
signet is not strange to you.
Provost I know them both.
DUKE VINCENTIO The contents of this is the return of the duke: you
shall anon over-read it at your pleasure; where you
shall find, within these two days he will be here.
This is a thing that Angelo knows not; for he this
very day receives letters of strange tenor;
perchance of the duke’s death; perchance entering
into some monastery; but, by chance, nothing of what
is writ. Look, the unfolding star calls up the
shepherd. Put not yourself into amazement how these
things should be: all difficulties are but easy
when they are known. Call your executioner, and off
with Barnardine’s head: I will give him a present
shrift and advise him for a better place. Yet you
are amazed; but this shall absolutely resolve you.
Come away; it is almost clear dawn.
Exeunt
Scene 3
Another room in the same.
Enter POMPEY
POMPEY I am as well acquainted here as I was in our house
of profession: one would think it were Mistress
Overdone’s own house, for here be many of her old
customers. First, here’s young Master Rash; he’s in
for a commodity of brown paper and old ginger,
ninescore and seventeen pounds; of which he made
five marks, ready money: marry, then ginger was not