Barnardine declares himself not ready to die. The provost and the “Friar” agree to spare him temporarily and to send Angelo instead the head of a dead prisoner, Ragozine. Claudio will be safely hidden in a secret prison cell. When Isabella comes to ask about Claudio, the “Friar” tells her that Claudio has been executed, but that the duke is returning and that she will soon be able to get revenge on Angelo.
Enter ⌜Pompey.⌝
POMPEY2097
I am as well acquainted here as I was in our 2098house of profession. One would think it were Mistress 2099Overdone’s own house, for here be many of 2100her old customers. First, here’s young Master Rash. 21015He’s in for a commodity of brown paper and old 2102ginger, ninescore and seventeen pounds, of which 2103he made five marks ready money. Marry, then
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2104ginger was not much in request, for the old women 2105were all dead. Then is there here one Master Caper, 210610at the suit of Master Three-pile the mercer, for some 2107four suits of peach-colored satin, which now 2108peaches him a beggar. Then have we here young 2109Dizzy and young Master Deep-vow, and Master 2110Copper-spur and Master Starve-lackey the rapier-and-dagger 211115man, and young Drop-heir that killed 2112lusty Pudding, and Master Forth-light the tilter, and 2113brave Master Shoe-tie the great traveler, and wild 2114Half-can that stabbed Pots, and I think forty more, 2115all great doers in our trade, and are now “for the 211620Lord’s sake.”
Enter Abhorson.
ABHORSON2117
Sirrah, bring Barnardine hither. POMPEY, ⌜calling⌝2118
Master Barnardine, you must rise 2119and be hanged, Master Barnardine. ABHORSON, ⌜calling⌝2120
What ho, Barnardine! BARNARDINE, within212125A pox o’ your throats! Who makes 2122that noise there? What are you? POMPEY, ⌜calling to Barnardine offstage⌝2123
Your friends, 2124sir, the hangman. You must be so good, sir, to rise 2125and be put to death. BARNARDINE, ⌜within⌝212630Away, you rogue, away! I am 2127sleepy. ABHORSON, ⌜to Pompey⌝2128
Tell him he must awake, and 2129that quickly too. POMPEY, ⌜calling⌝2130
Pray, Master Barnardine, awake till 213135you are executed, and sleep afterwards. ABHORSON2132
Go in to him, and fetch him out. POMPEY2133
He is coming, sir, he is coming. I hear his 2134straw rustle. ABHORSON2135
Is the axe upon the block, sirrah? POMPEY213640Very ready, sir.
Enter Barnardine.
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BARNARDINE2137
How now, Abhorson? What’s the news 2138with you? ABHORSON2139
Truly, sir, I would desire you to clap into 2140your prayers, for, look you, the warrant’s come. BARNARDINE214145You rogue, I have been drinking all night. 2142I am not fitted for ’t. POMPEY2143
O, the better, sir, for he that drinks all night 2144and is hanged betimes in the morning may sleep the 2145sounder all the next day.
Enter Duke, ⌜as a Friar.⌝
ABHORSON, ⌜to Barnardine⌝214650Look you, sir, here comes 2147your ghostly father. Do we jest now, think you? DUKE, ⌜as Friar, to Barnardine⌝2148
Sir, induced by my 2149charity, and hearing how hastily you are to depart, I 2150am come to advise you, comfort you, and pray with 215155you. BARNARDINE2152
Friar, not I. I have been drinking hard all 2153night, and I will have more time to prepare me, or 2154they shall beat out my brains with billets. I will not 2155consent to die this day, that’s certain. DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝215660O, sir, you must. And therefore I 2157beseech you look forward on the journey you shall 2158go. BARNARDINE2159
I swear I will not die today for any man’s 2160persuasion. DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝216165But hear you— BARNARDINE2162
Not a word. If you have anything to say to 2163me, come to my ward, for thence will not I today. He exits. DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝ 2164Unfit to live or die. O gravel heart! 2165After him, fellows; bring him to the block. ⌜Abhorson and Pompey exit.⌝
Enter Provost.
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PROVOST 216670Now, sir, how do you find the prisoner? DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝ 2167A creature unprepared, unmeet for death, 2168And to transport him in the mind he is 2169Were damnable. PROVOST2170Here in the prison, father, 217175There died this morning of a cruel fever 2172One Ragozine, a most notorious pirate, 2173A man of Claudio’s years, his beard and head 2174Just of his color. What if we do omit 2175This reprobate till he were well inclined, 217680And satisfy the Deputy with the visage 2177Of Ragozine, more like to Claudio? DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝ 2178O, ’tis an accident that heaven provides! 2179Dispatch it presently. The hour draws on 2180Prefixed by Angelo. See this be done 218185And sent according to command, whiles I 2182Persuade this rude wretch willingly to die. PROVOST 2183This shall be done, good father, presently. 2184But Barnardine must die this afternoon, 2185And how shall we continue Claudio, 218690To save me from the danger that might come 2187If he were known alive? DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝2188Let this be done: 2189Put them in secret holds, both Barnardine and 2190Claudio. 219195Ere twice the sun hath made his journal greeting 2192To ⌜yonder⌝ generation, you shall find 2193Your safety manifested. PROVOST2194
I am your free dependent. DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝ 2195Quick, dispatch, and send the head to Angelo. ⌜Provost⌝ exits.
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⌜DUKE⌝ 2196100Now will I write letters to Angelo— 2197The Provost he shall bear them—whose contents 2198Shall witness to him I am near at home 2199And that by great injunctions I am bound 2200To enter publicly. Him I’ll desire 2201105To meet me at the consecrated fount 2202A league below the city; and from thence, 2203By cold gradation and well-balanced form, 2204We shall proceed with Angelo.
Enter Provost, ⌜carrying a head.⌝
PROVOST 2205Here is the head. I’ll carry it myself. DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝ 2206110Convenient is it. Make a swift return, 2207For I would commune with you of such things 2208That want no ear but yours. PROVOST2209I’ll make all speed. He exits. ISABELLA, within2210
Peace, ho, be here. DUKE 2211115The tongue of Isabel. She’s come to know 2212If yet her brother’s pardon be come hither. 2213But I will keep her ignorant of her good 2214To make her heavenly comforts of despair 2215When it is least expected.
Enter Isabella.
ISABELLA2216120Ho, by your leave. DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝ 2217Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter. ISABELLA 2218The better, given me by so holy a man. 2219Hath yet the Deputy sent my brother’s pardon?
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DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝ 2220He hath released him, Isabel, from the world. 2221125His head is off, and sent to Angelo. ISABELLA 2222Nay, but it is not so. DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝2223It is no other. 2224Show your wisdom, daughter, in your close patience. ISABELLA 2225O, I will to him and pluck out his eyes! DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝ 2226130You shall not be admitted to his sight. ISABELLA 2227Unhappy Claudio, wretched Isabel, 2228Injurious world, most damnèd Angelo! DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝ 2229This nor hurts him nor profits you a jot. 2230Forbear it, therefore; give your cause to heaven. 2231135Mark what I say, which you shall find 2232By every syllable a faithful verity. 2233The Duke comes home tomorrow—nay, dry your 2234eyes. 2235One of our convent, and his confessor, 2236140Gives me this instance. Already he hath carried 2237Notice to Escalus and Angelo, 2238Who do prepare to meet him at the gates, 2239There to give up their power. If you can, pace your 2240wisdom 2241145In that good path that I would wish it go, 2242And you shall have your bosom on this wretch, 2243Grace of the Duke, revenges to your heart, 2244And general honor. ISABELLA2245I am directed by you. DUKE, ⌜as Friar, showing her a paper⌝ 2246150This letter, then, to Friar Peter give. 2247’Tis that he sent me of the Duke’s return. 2248Say, by this token, I desire his company
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2249At Mariana’s house tonight. Her cause and yours 2250I’ll perfect him withal, and he shall bring you 2251155Before the Duke, and to the head of Angelo 2252Accuse him home and home. For my poor self, 2253I am combinèd by a sacred vow 2254And shall be absent. Wend you with this letter. ⌜He hands her the paper.⌝ 2255Command these fretting waters from your eyes 2256160With a light heart. Trust not my holy order 2257If I pervert your course.—Who’s here?
Enter Lucio.
LUCIO2258
Good even, friar, where’s the Provost? DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝2259
Not within, sir. LUCIO2260
O, pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine heart to see 2261165thine eyes so red. Thou must be patient. I am fain to 2262dine and sup with water and bran. I dare not for my 2263head fill my belly. One fruitful meal would set me to 2264’t. But they say the Duke will be here tomorrow. By 2265my troth, Isabel, I loved thy brother. If the old 2266170fantastical duke of dark corners had been at home, 2267he had lived.⌜Isabella exits.⌝ DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝2268
Sir, the Duke is marvelous little beholding 2269to your reports, but the best is, he lives not 2270in them. LUCIO2271175Friar, thou knowest not the Duke so well as I do. 2272He’s a better woodman than thou tak’st him for. DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝2273
Well, you’ll answer this one day. Fare 2274you well. LUCIO2275
Nay, tarry, I’ll go along with thee. I can tell thee 2276180pretty tales of the Duke. DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝2277
You have told me too many of him 2278already, sir, if they be true; if not true, none were 2279enough. LUCIO2280
I was once before him for getting a wench with 2281185child.
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DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝2282
Did you such a thing? LUCIO2283
Yes, marry, did I, but I was fain to forswear it. 2284They would else have married me to the rotten 2285medlar. DUKE, ⌜as Friar⌝2286190Sir, your company is fairer than honest. 2287Rest you well. LUCIO2288
By my troth, I’ll go with thee to the lane’s end. If 2289bawdy talk offend you, we’ll have very little of it. 2290Nay, friar, I am a kind of burr. I shall stick. They exit.