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Scena Secunda.
Enter Prouost and Clowne.Pro.
Come hither sirha; can you cut off a mans head?
Clo.
If the man be a Bachelor Sir, I can:
But if he be a married man, he's his wiues head,
And I can neuer cut off a womans head.
Pro.
Come sir, leaue me your snatches, and yeeld mee
a direct answere. To morrow morning are to die Claudio
and Barnardine: heere is in our prison a common executioner,
who in his office lacks a helper, if you will take
it on you to assist him, it shall redeeme you from your
Gyues: if not, you shall haue your full time of imprisonment,
and your deliuerance with an vnpittied whipping;
for you haue beene a notorious bawd.
Clo.
Sir, I haue beene an vnlawfull bawd, time out of
minde, but yet I will bee content to be a lawfull hangman:
I would bee glad to receiue some instruction from
my fellow partner.
Pro.
What hoa, Abhorson: where's Abhorson there?
Enter Abhorson.
Abh.
Doe you call sir?
Pro.
Sirha, here's a fellow will helpe you to morrow
in your execution: if you thinke it meet, compound with
him by the yeere, and let him abide here with you, if not,
vse him for the present, and dismisse him, hee cannot
plead his estimation with you: he hath beene a Bawd.
Abh.
A Bawd Sir? fie vpon him, he will discredit our
mysterie.
Pro.
Goe too Sir, you waigh equallie: a feather will
turne the Scale.
Exit.
Clo.
Pray sir, by your good fauor: for surely sir, a good
fauor you haue, but that you haue a hanging look:
Doe you call sir, your occupation a Mysterie?
I Sir, a Misterie.
Clo.
Painting Sir, I haue heard say, is a Misterie; and
your Whores sir; being members of my occupation, vsing
painting, do proue my Occupation, a Misterie: but
what Misterie there should be in hanging, if I should
be hang'd, I cannot imagine.
Abh.
Sir, it is a Misterie.
Clo.
Proofe.
Abh.
Euerie true mans appartell 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
true mans apparrell fits your Theefe.
Enter Prouost.
Pro.
Are you agreed?
Clo.
Sir, I will serue him: For I do finde your Hangman
is a more penitent Trade then your Bawd: he doth
oftner aske forgiuenesse.
Pro.
You sirrah, prouide your blocke and your Axe
to morrow, foure a clocke.
Abh.
Come on (Bawd) I will instruct thee in my
Trade: follow.
Clo.
I do desire to learne sir: and I hope, if you haue
occasion to vse me for your owne turne, you shall finde
me y'are. For truly sir, for your kindnesse, I owe you a
good turne.
Exit
Pro.
Call hether Barnardine and Claudio:
Th' 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
Thou must be made immortall. Where's Barnardine?
Cla.
As fast lock'd vp in sleepe, as guiltlesse labour,
When it lies starkely in the Trauellers bones,
He will not wake.
Pro.
Who can do good on him?
Well, go, prepare your selfe. But harke, what noise?
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.
Duke.
The best, and wholsomst spirits of the night,
Inuellop you, good Prouost: who call'd heere of late?
Pro.
None since the Curphew rung.
Duke.
Not Isabell?
Pro.
No.
Duke.
They will then er't be long.
Pro.
What comfort is for Claudio?
Duke.
There's some in hope.
Pro.
It is a bitter Deputie.
Duke.
Not so, not so: his life is paralel'd
Euen with the stroke and line of his great Iustice:
He doth with holie abstinence subdue
That in himselfe, which he spurres on his powre
To qualifie in others: were he meal'd with that
Which he corrects, then were he tirrannous,
But this being so, he's iust. Now are they come.
This is a gentle Prouost, sildome when
The steeled Gaoler is the friend of men:
How now? what noise? That spirit's possest with hast,
That wounds th'vnsisting Posterne with these strokes.
Pro.
There he must stay vntil the Officer
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.
Duke.
As neere the dawning Prouost, as it is,
You shall heare more ere Morning.
Pro.
Happely
You something know: yet I beleeue there comes
No countermand: no such example haue we:
Besides, vpon the verie siege of Iustice,
Lord Angelo hath to the publike eare
Profest the contrarie.
Enter a Messenger.
Duke.
This is his Lords man.
Pro.
And heere comes Claudio's pardon.
Mess.
My Lord hath sent you this note,
And by mee this further charge;
That you swerue not from the smallest Article of it,
Neither in time, matter, or other circumstance.
Good morrow: for as I take it, it is almost day.
Pro.
I shall obey him.
Duke.
This is his Pardon purchas'd by such sin,
For which the Pardoner himselfe is in:
Hence hath offence his quicke celeritie,
When 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:
Lord Angelo (be-like) thinking me remisse
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.
The Letter.
Whatsoeuer you may heare to the contrary, let Claudio be executed
by foure of the clocke, and in the afternoone Bernardine:
For my better satisfaction, let mee haue Claudios
head sent me by fiue. Let this be duely performed with a
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.
Duke.
What is that Barnardine, who is to be executed
in th' afternoone?
Pro.
A Bohemian borne: But here nurst vp & bred,
One that is a prisoner nine yeeres old.
Duke.
How came it, that the absent Duke had not
either deliuer'd him to his libertie, or executed him? I
haue heard it was euer his manner to do so.
Pro.
His friends still wrought Repreeues for him:
And indeed his fact till now in the gouernment of Lord
Angelo, came not to an vndoubtfull proofe.
Duke.
It is now apparant?
Pro.
Most manifest, and not denied by himselfe.
Duke.
Hath he borne himselfe penitently in prison?
How seemes he to be touch'd?
Pro.
A man that apprehends death no more dreadfully,
but as a drunken sleepe, carelesse, wreaklesse, and
fearelesse of what's past, present, or to come: insensible
of mortality, and desperately mortall.
Duke.
He wants aduice.
Pro.
He wil heare none: he hath euermore had the liberty
of the prison: giue him leaue to escape hence, hee
would not. Drunke many times a day, if not many daies
entirely drunke. We haue verie oft awak'd him, as if to
carrie him to execution, and show'd him a seeming warrant
for it, it hath not moued him at all.
More of him anon: There is written in your
brow Prouost, honesty and constancie; if I reade it not
truly, my ancient skill beguiles me: but in the boldnes
of my cunning, I will lay my selfe in hazard: Claudio,
whom heere you haue warrant to execute, is no greater
forfeit to the Law, then Angelo who hath sentenc'd him.
To make you vnderstand this in a manifested effect, I
craue but foure daies respit: for the which, you are to
do me both a present, and a dangerous courtesie.
Pro.
Pray Sir, in what?
Duke.
In the delaying death.
Pro.
Alacke, how may I do it? Hauing the houre limited,
and an expresse command, vnder penaltie, to deliuer
his head in the view of Angelo? I may make my
case as Claudio's, to crosse this in the smallest.
Duke.
By the vow of mine Order, I warrant you,
If my instructions may be your guide,
Let this Barnardine be this morning executed,
And his head borne to Angelo.
Pro.
Angelo hath seene them both,
And will discouer the fauour.
Duke.
Oh, death's a great disguiser, and you may
adde to it; Shaue the head, and tie the beard, and say it
was the desire of the penitent to be so bar'de before his
death: you know the course is common. If any thing
fall to you vpon this, more then thankes and good fortune,
by the Saint whom I professe, I will plead against
it with my life.
Pro.
Pardon me, good Father, it is against my oath.
Duke.
Were you sworne to the Duke, or to the Deputie?
Pro.
To him, and to his Substitutes.
Duke.
You will thinke you haue made no offence, if
the Duke auouch the iustice of your dealing?
Pro.
But what likelihood is in that?
Duke.
Not a resemblance, but a certainty; yet since
I see you fearfull, that neither my coate, integrity, nor
perswasion, can with ease attempt you, I wil go further
then I meant, to plucke all feares out of you. Looke
you Sir, heere is the hand and Seale of the Duke: you
know the Character I doubt not, and the Signet is not
strange to you?
Pro.
I know them both.
Duke.
The Contents of this, is the returne of the
Duke; you shall anon ouer-reade it at your pleasure:
where you shall finde within these two daies, he wil be
heere. This is a thing that Angelo knowes not, for hee
this very day receiues letters of strange tenor, perchance
of the Dukes death, perchance entering into some Monasterie,
but by chance nothing of what is writ. Looke,
th'vnfolding Starre calles vp the Shepheard; put not
your selfe into amazement, how these things should be;
all difficulties are but easie vvhen they are knowne. Call
your executioner, and off with Barnardines head: I will
giue him a present shrift, and aduise him for a better
place. Yet you are amaz'd, but this shall absolutely resolue
you: Come away, it is almost cleere dawne.
Exit.
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