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  • Title: Measure for Measure (Folio, 1623)
  • Editor: Kristin Lucas

    • Copyright Kristin Lucas. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Kristin Lucas
    Not Peer Reviewed

    Measure for Measure (Folio, 1623)

    Scena Tertia.
    Enter Duke and Prouost.
    Duke. Haile to you, Prouost, so I thinke you are.
    Pro. I am the Prouost: whats your will, good Frier?
    955Duke. Bound by my charity, and my blest order,
    I come to visite the afflicted spirits
    Here in the prison: doe me the common right
    To let me see them: and to make me know
    The nature of their crimes, that I may minister
    960To them accordingly.
    Pro. I would do more then that, if more were needfull
    Enter Iuliet.
    Looke here comes one: a Gentlewoman of mine,
    Who falling in the flawes of her owne youth,
    965Hath blisterd her report: She is with childe,
    And he that got it, sentenc'd: a yong man,
    More fit to doe another such offence,
    Then dye for this.
    Duk. When must he dye?
    970Pro. As I do thinke to morrow.
    I haue prouided for you, stay a while
    And you shall be conducted.
    Duk. Repent you (faire one) of the sin you carry?
    Iul. I doe; and beare the shame most patiently.
    975Du. Ile teach you how you shal araign your conscieñce
    And try your penitence, if it be sound,
    Or hollowly put on.
    Iul. Ile gladly learne.
    Duk. Loue you the man that wrong'd you?
    980Iul. Yes, as I loue the woman that wrong'd him.
    Duk. So then it seemes your most offence full act
    Was mutually committed.
    Iul. Mutually.
    Duk. Then was your sin of heauier kinde then his.
    985Iul. I doe confesse it, and repent it (Father.)
    Du. 'Tis
    Measure for Measure. 69
    Duk. 'Tis meet so (daughter) but least you do repent
    As that the sin hath brought you to this shame,
    Which sorrow is alwaies toward our selues, not heauen,
    Showing we would not spare heauen, as we loue it,
    990But as we stand in feare.
    Iul. I doe repent me, as it is an euill,
    And take the shame with ioy.
    Duke. There rest:
    Your partner (as I heare) must die to morrow,
    995And I am going with instruction to him:
    Grace goe with you, Benedicite. Exit.
    Iul. Must die to morrow? oh iniurious Loue
    That respits me a life, whose very comfort
    Is still a dying horror.
    1000Pro. 'Tis pitty of him. Exeunt.
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