Measure for Measure (Folio 1, 1623)
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Measure for Measure.
1890your Whores sir, being members of my occupation, v-
¶be hang'd, I cannot imagine.
1895Clo. Proofe.
¶Abh. Euerie true mans apparrell fits your Theefe.
¶Clo. If it be too little for your theefe, your true man
¶thinkes it bigge enough. If it bee too bigge for your
¶Theefe, your Theefe thinkes it little enough: So euerie
1900true mans apparrell fits your Theefe.
¶
Enter Prouost.
¶Pro. Are you agreed?
¶man is a more penitent Trade then your Bawd: he doth
¶to morrow, foure a clocke.
¶Trade: follow.
¶good turne.
Exit
1915Th' one has my pitie; not a iot the other,
¶Being a Murtherer, though he were my brother.
¶
Enter Claudio.
¶Looke, here's the Warrant Claudio, for thy death,
¶'Tis now dead midnight, and by eight to morrow
1920Thou must be made immortall. Where's Barnardine?
¶When it lies starkely in the Trauellers bones,
¶He will not wake.
¶Pro. Who can do good on him?
¶Heauen giue your spirits comfort: by, and by,
¶I hope it is some pardon, or repreeue
¶For the most gentle Claudio. Welcome Father.
¶
Enter Duke.
¶Inuellop you, good Prouost: who call'd heere of late?
¶Pro. No.
1935Duke. They will then er't be long.
¶Pro. What comfort is for Claudio?
¶Pro. It is a bitter Deputie.
¶To qualifie in others: were he meal'd with that
¶Which he corrects, then were he tirrannous,
¶The steeled Gaoler is the friend of men:
¶Arise to let him in: he is call'd vp.
¶Duke. Haue you no countermand for Claudio yet?
¶But he must die to morrow?
¶Pro. None Sir, none.
¶You shall heare more ere Morning.
¶Pro. Happely
¶You something know: yet I beleeue there comes
¶No countermand: no such example haue we:
¶Lord Angelo hath to the publike eare
¶Profest the contrarie.
¶
Enter a Messenger.
¶Duke. This is his Lords man.
1965Pro. And heere comes Claudio's pardon.
¶Mess. My Lord hath sent you this note,
¶And by mee this further charge;
¶Neither in time, matter, or other circumstance.
1970Good morrow: for as I take it, it is almost day.
¶Duke. This is his Pardon purchas'd by such sin,
¶For which the Pardoner himselfe is in:
¶Hence hath offence his quicke celeritie,
1975When it is borne in high Authority.
¶When Vice makes Mercie; Mercie's so extended,
¶That for the faults loue, is th' offender friended.
¶Now Sir, what newes?
¶Pro. I told you:
¶In mine Office, awakens mee
¶With this vnwonted putting on, methinks strangely:
¶For he hath not vs'd it before.
¶Duk. Pray you let's heare.
¶ Whatsoeuer you may heare to the contrary, let Claudio be ex-
¶
ecuted by foure of the clocke, and in the afternoone Bernar-
¶ head sent me by fiue. Let this be duely performed with a
1990 thought that more depends on it, then we must yet deliuer.
¶ Thus faile not to doe your Office, as you will answere it at
¶your perill.
¶What say you to this Sir?
¶Duke. What is that Barnardine, who is to be execu-
1995ted in th' afternoone?
¶One that is a prisoner nine yeeres old.
¶either deliuer'd him to his libertie, or executed him? I
2000haue heard it was euer his manner to do so.
¶And indeed his fact till now in the gouernment of Lord
¶Angelo, came not to an vndoubtfull proofe.
¶Duke. It is now apparant?
¶How seemes he to be touch'd?
¶Pro. A man that apprehends death no more dread-
¶of mortality, and desperately mortall.
¶Duke. He wants aduice.
¶Pro. He wil heare none: he hath euermore had the li-
2015would not. Drunke many times a day, if not many daies
¶entirely drunke. We haue verie oft awak'd him, as if to
¶rant for it, it hath not moued him at all.
Duke.
