Act 2, Scene 3
A Room in a prison.
- [Enter DUKE, habited like a Friar, and PROVOST.]
- Duke Vincentio
- 893 Hail to you, provost! so I think you are.
- Provost
- 894 I am the provost. What's your will, good friar?
- Duke Vincentio
- 895 Bound by my charity and my bless'd order,
- 896 I come to visit the afflicted spirits
- 897 Here in the prison: do me the common right
- 898 To let me see them, and to make me know
- 899 The nature of their crimes, that I may minister
- 900 To them accordingly.
- Provost
- 901 I would do more than that, if more were needful.
- [Enter JULIET.]
- Provost
- 902 Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine,
- 903 Who, falling in the flaws of her own youth,
- 904 Hath blister'd her report. She is with child;
- 905 And he that got it, sentenc'd: a young man
- 906 More fit to do another such offence
- 907 Than die for this.
- Duke Vincentio
- 908 When must he die?
- Provost
- 909 As I do think, to-morrow.—
- [To JULIET.]
- Provost
- 910 I have provided for you; stay awhile
- 911 And you shall be conducted.
- Duke Vincentio
- 912 Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry?
- Juliet
- 913 I do; and bear the shame most patiently.
- Duke Vincentio
- 914 I'll teach you how you shall arraign your conscience,
- 915 And try your penitence, if it be sound
- 916 Or hollowly put on.
- Juliet
- 917 I'll gladly learn.
- Duke Vincentio
- 918 Love you the man that wrong'd you?
- Juliet
- 919 Yes, as I love the woman that wrong'd him.
- Duke Vincentio
- 920 So then, it seems, your most offenceful act
- 921 Was mutually committed.
- Juliet
- 922 Mutually.
- Duke Vincentio
- 923 Then was your sin of heavier kind than his.
- Juliet
- 924 I do confess it, and repent it, father.
- Duke Vincentio
- 925 'Tis meet so, daughter: but lest you do repent
- 926 As that the sin hath brought you to this shame,—
- 927 Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not heaven,
- 928 Showing we would not spare heaven as we love it,
- 929 But as we stand in fear,—
- Juliet
- 930 I do repent me as it is an evil,
- 931 And take the shame with joy.
- Duke Vincentio
- 932 There rest.
- 933 Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow,
- 934 And I am going with instruction to him.—
- 935 Grace go with you!
- Duke Vincentio
- 936 Benedicite!
- [Exit.]
- Juliet
- 937 Must die to-morrow! O, injurious law,
- 938 That respites me a life whose very comfort
- 939 Is still a dying horror!
- Provost
- 940 'Tis pity of him.
- [Exeunt.]