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?

Claud.
As fast lock'd up in sleep, as guiltless labour
When it lyes starkly^{3 note} in the traveller's bones.
He'll not awake.

Prov.
Who can do good on him?
Well, go, prepare yourself. [Exit Claud.] But, hark, what noise? [Knock within.

Heav'n give your spirits comfort!—by and by;—
I hope, it is some pardon, or reprieve,
For the most gentle Claudio. Welcome, father. Enter Duke.

Duke.
The best and wholesom'st spirits of the night
Invellop you, good Provost! who call'd here of late?

Prov.
None, since the curfew rung.

Duke.
Not Isabel?

Prov.
No.

Duke.
They will then, ere't be long.

Prov.
What comfort is for Claudio?

Duke.
There's some in hope.

Prov.
It is a bitter deputy.

Duke.
Not so, not so; his life is parallel'd
Ev'n with the stroke* ^note and line of his great justice;
He doth with holy abstinence subdue
That in himself, which he spurs on his pow'r
^{4 note}To qualifie in others. Were he meal'd^{5 note}
With that, which he corrects, then were he tyrannous;
But this being so, he's just. Now they are come. [Knock. Provost goes out.
This is a gentle Provost; seldom, when
The steeled goaler is the friend of men.
How now? what noise? that spirit's possest with haste,^{6 note}

That wounds th' unresisting postern with these strokes. [Provost returns.

Prov.
There he must stay, until the officer
Arise to let him in; he is call'd up.

Duke.
Have you no countermand for Claudio yet,
But he must die to-morrow?

Prov.
None, Sir, none.

Duke.
As near the dawning, Provost, as it is,
You shall hear more ere morning.

Prov.
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 publick ear
Profest the contrary.

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