Duke.
Hail to you, provost! so, I think, you are.

Prov.
I am the provost: What's your will, good friar?

Duke.
Bound by my charity, and my bless'd order,
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.

Prov.
I would do more than that, if more were needful. Enter Juliet.
Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine,
Who falling in the flaws of her own youth^{8 note}

More fit to do another such offence,
Than die for this.

Duke.
When must he die?

Prov.
As I do think, to-morrow.—
I have provided for you; stay a while, [To Juliet.
And you shall be conducted.

Duke.
Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry?

Juliet.
I do; and bear the shame most patiently.

Duke.
I'll teach you how you shall arraign your conscience,
And try your penitence, if it be sound,
Or hollowly put on.

Juliet.
I'll gladly learn.

Duke.
Love you the man that wrong'd you?

Juliet.
Yes, as I love the woman that wrong'd him.

Duke.
So then, it seems, your most offenceful act
Was mutually committed?

Juliet.
Mutually.

Duke.
Then was your sin of heavier kind than his.

Juliet.
I do confess it, and repent it, father.

Duke.
'Tis meet so daughter: But lest you do repent^{9 note}

Which sorrow is always towards ourselves, not heaven;
Shewing, we would not spare heaven^{1 note}, as we love it,
But as we stand in fear,—

Juliet.
I do repent me, as it is an evil;
And take the shame with joy.

Duke.
There rest^{2 note}.
Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow,
And I am going with instruction to him:
Grace go with you! benedicite. [Exit.

Juliet.
Must die to-morrow! Oh, injurious love^{3 note}

Prov.
'Tis pity of him. [Exeunt.

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