Duke. Hath he born himself penitently in Prifon? How feems he to be touch'd? Prov. A Man that apprehends Death no more dreadfully, but as a drunken Sleep, carele fs, wreaklefs, and fearless of what's paft, prefent, or to come; infenfible of Mortality, and defperately mortal. Duke. He wants Advice. Prov. 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 awak'd him, as if to carry him to Execution, and fhew'd him a feeming Warrant for it; it hath not mov'd him at all. Duke. More of him anon. There is written in your Brow, Provost, Honefty and Conftancy; if I read it not truly, my ancient Skill beguiles me; but in the boldness of my cunning, I will lay my felf in Hazard. Claudio, whom here you have Warrant to execute, is no greater Forfeit to the Law than Angelo, who hath fentenc'd him. To make you understand this in a manifefted Effect, I crave but four Days Refpite; for the which you are to do me both a prefent and a dangerous Courtefie. Prov. Pray, Sir, in what? Duke. In the delaying Death. Prov. Alack! how may I do it? Having the Hour limited, and an exprefs Command, under Penalty, to deliver his Head in the view of Angelo, I may make my Cafe as Claudio's, to cross this in the fmalleft. Duke. By the Vow of mine Order, I warrant you, my Inftructions may be your Guide: If my Let this Barnardine be this Morning executed, And his Head born to Angelo. Prov. Angelo hath feen them both, And will difcover the Favour. add to ft; Duke. Oh, Death's a great Difguifer, and you may fhave the Head, and tie the Beard, and fay, it was the Defire of the Penitent to be fo barb'd before his Death; you know the Courfe is common. If any thing fall to you upon this, more than Thanks and good Fortune; by the Saint whom I profefs, I will plead againft it with my Life. R 4 Provi Prov. Pardon me, good Father; it is against my Oath. Duke. Were you fworn to the Duke, or to the Deputy? Prov. To him, and to his Subftitures. Duke. You will think you have made no Offence, if the Duke avouch the Juftice of your Dealing? Prov. But what likelihood is in that? Duke. Not a Refemblance, but a Certainty; yet fince I fee you fearful, that neither my Coat, Integrity, nor my Perfuafion, can with eafe attempt you, I will go farther than I meant, to pluck all Fears out of you. Lock you, Sir, here is the Hand and Seal of the Duke; you know the Character, I doubt not, and the Signet is not ftrange to you. Prov. I know them both. Duke. The Contents of this is the Return of the Duke; you shall anon over-read it at your Pleafure; where you thall find within thefe two Days he will be here. This is a thing which Angelo knows not; for he this very Day receives Letters of Itrange Tenor, perchance of the Duke's Death, perchance entring into fome Monaftery, but by chance nothing of what is writ. Look, th' unfolding Star calls up the Shepherd; put not your felf into amazement how these things fhould be; all Difficulties are but eafie when they are known. Call your Executioner, and off with Barnardine's Head; I will give him a prefent Shrift, and advife him for a better Place. Yet you are amaz'd, but this fhall abfolutely refolve you. Come away, it is almoft clear Dawn. [Exit. Enter Clown. Clown. I am as well acquainted here, as I was in our House of Profeffion; one would think it were Mistress O ver-don's own Houfe; for here be many of her old Cuftomers: First, here's young Mr. Rafh; he's in for a Com. mcdity of brown Pepper and old Ginger, ninefcore and feventeen Pounds; of which he made five Marks ready Money: Marry then, Ginger was not much in requeft; for the old Women were all dead. Then is there here one Mr. Caper, at the Suit of Mafter Three Pile, the Mercer, for fome four Suits of Peach-colour'd Sattin, which now peaches him a Beggar. Then have we here young Dizy, and young Mr, Deep-wow, and Mr. Copper-Spure, and Ma fter fter Starve-Lacky, the Rapier and Dagger Man, and young Dropheire, that kill'd lufty Pudding, and Mr. Forth-light, the Tilter, and brave Mr. Shooty, the great Traveller, and wild Half Canne, that ftabb'd Pors, and, I think, forty more, all great doers in our Trade, and are now for the Lord's fake. Enter Abhorfon. Abhor. Sirrah, bring Barnardine hither. Clown. Mafter Barnardine, you must rife and be hang'd, Mafter Barnardine. Abhor. What hoa, Barnardine! Barnardine within. Barnar. A Pox o'your Throats; who makes that noise there? What are you? Clown. Your Friend, Sir, the Hangman: You must be fo good, Sir, to rife, and be put to Death. And that quickly too. Clown. Pray, Mafter Barnardine, awake 'till you are executed, and fleep afterwards, Abhor. Go in to him, and fetch him out. Clown. He is coming, Sir, he is coming; I hear his Straw rufsle. Enter Barnardine. Abbor. Is the Ax upon the Block, Sirrah? Clown. Very ready, Sir. Barnar. How now, Abhorfon? What's the News with you? Abhor. Truly, Sir, I would defire you to clap into your Prayers: For look you, the Warrant's come. Barnar. You Rogue, I have been drinking all Night, I am not fitted for't. Clown. Oh, the better, Sir; for he that drinks all Night, and is hang'd betimes in the Morning, may fleep the founder all the next Day. Enter Duke. Abhor. Look you, Sir, here comes your ghoftly Father; Do we jest now, think you? Duke. Duke. Sir, induced by my Charity, and hearing how ba ftily you are to depart, I am come to advise you, comfort Pray with you. you and Barnar. Friar, not I: I have been drinking hard all Night, and will have more time to prepare me, or they fhall beat out my Brains with, Billets: I will not confent to die this Day, that's certain. Duke. Oh, Sir, you must; and therefore I befeech you look forward on the Journey you shall go. Barnar. I fwear I will not die to Day for any Man's Per fuafion. Duke. But hear you. Barnar. Not a Word: If you have any thing to say to me, come to my Ward; for thence will not I to Day. [Exit. Enter Provost. Duke. Unfit to live, or die: Oh gravel Heart! Prov. Now, Sir, how do you find the Prifoner? Prov. Here in the Prison, Father, Duke. Oh, 'tis an Accident that Heav'n provides: And fent according to Command, whiles I Prov. This shall be done, good Father, presently. But Barnardine muft die this Afternoon: And how fhall we continue Claudio, To fave me from the Danger that might come, Duke, Let this be done; Put them in fecret holds, both Barnardine and Claudio: E'er E'er twice the Sun hath made his Journal greeting To yond Generation, you shall find Your Safety manifefted. Prov. I am your free Dependant. [Exit. Duke. Quick, difpatch, and fend the Head to Angelo. Now will I write Letters to Angelo, The Provoft he thall bear them, whofe Contents Enter Provoft. Prov. Here is the Head, I'll carry it my felf. Duke. Convenient is it: Make a fwift Return; For I would commune with you of fuch things That want no Ear but yours. If Prov. I'll make all speed. Ifabel within. Ifab. Peace hoa, be here, [Exit Duke. The Tongue of Ifabel. She's come to know, yet her Brothers Pardon be come hither: But I will keep her ignorant of her Good, To make her heav'nly Comforts of Despair, Enter Ifabel. Ifab. Hoa, by your Leave. Duke. Good Morning to you, fair and gracious Daughter. Ifab. The better given me by fo holy a Man : Ha h yet the Deputy fent my Brother's Pardon? Duke. He hath releas'd him, Ifabel, from the World; His Head is off, and fent to Angelo. Ifa. Nay, but it is not fo. Duke. It is no other. Shew your Wifdom, Daughter, in your close Patience. Ifab. Unhappy Claudio, wretched Ifabel! Injurious World, most damned Angelo! Duke. |