Serv.
He's hearing of a cause; he will come straight:
I'll tell him of you.

Prov.
Pray you, do; I'll know
His pleasure; 't may be, he'll 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.

Ang.
Now, what's the matter, Provost?

Prov.
Is it your will, Claudio shall die to morrow?

Ang.
Did not I tell thee, yea? hadst thou not order?
Why dost thou ask again?

Prov.
Lest I might be too rash.
Under your good correction, I have seen,
When, after execution, judgment hath
Repented o'er his doom.

Ang.
Go to; let that be mine,
Do you your office, or give up your place,
And you shall well be spar'd.

Prov.
I crave your pardon.
What shall be done, Sir, with the groaning Juliet?
She's very near her hour.

Ang.
Dispose of her
To some more fitting place, and that with speed.

Serv.
Here is the sister of the man condemn'd,
Desires access to you.

Ang.
Hath he a sister?

Prov.
Ay, my good lord, a very virtuous maid,
And to be shortly of a sister-hood,
If not already.

Ang.
Well; let her be admitted. [Exit Servant.
See you, the fornicatress be remov'd;
Let her have needful, but not lavish, means;
There shall be order for it.

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