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Act II. Scene III.

Scene III.—A Room in a Prison.

Enter DUKE, disguised as a friar, and PROVOST.

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.
Look, here comes one: a gentlewoman of mine,
Who, falling in the flaws of her own youth.
Hath blister'd her report. She is with child,
And he that got it, sentenc'd; a young man
More fit to do another such offence,
Than die for this

Enter JULIET.
Duke. When must he die?
Prov. As I do think, to-morrow.
[To JULIET.] I have provided for you: stay a
while,
And you shall be conducted.
Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you
carry?
Juliet. I do, and bear the shame most pa-
tiently.
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,
As that the sin hath brought you to this shame,
Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not
heaven,
Showing we would not spare heaven 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.
Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow,
And I am going with instruction to him.
God's grace go with you! Benedicite! [Exit.
Juliet. Must die to-morrow! O injurious love,
That respites me a life, whose very comfort
Is still a dying horror!
Prov. 'Tis pity of him. [Exeunt.
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