ELBOW. Faith, sir, few of any wit in such matters. As they are chosen, they are glad to choose me for them; I do it for some piece of money, and go through with all. ESCALUS. Look you bring me in the names of some six or seven, the most sufficient of your parish. ELBOW. To your worship’s house, sir? ESCALUS. To my house. Fare you well. [_Exit Elbow._] What’s o’clock, think you? JUSTICE. Eleven, sir. ESCALUS. I pray you home to dinner with me. JUSTICE. I humbly thank you. ESCALUS. It grieves me for the death of Claudio, But there’s no remedy. JUSTICE. Lord Angelo is severe. ESCALUS. It is but needful. Mercy is not itself that oft looks so; Pardon is still the nurse of second woe. But yet, Poor Claudio! There’s no remedy. Come, sir. [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. Another room in the same. Enter Provost and a Servant. SERVANT. He’s hearing of a cause. He will come straight. I’ll tell him of you. PROVOST. Pray you do. [_Exit Servant._] I’ll know His pleasure, may be he will relent. Alas, He hath but as offended in a dream; All sects, all ages, smack of this vice, and he To die for ’t! Enter Angelo. ANGELO. Now, what’s the matter, Provost? PROVOST. Is it your will Claudio shall die tomorrow? ANGELO. Did not I tell thee yea? Hadst thou not order? Why dost thou ask again? PROVOST. Lest I might be too rash. Under your good correction, I have seen When, after execution, judgement hath Repented o’er his doom. ANGELO. Go to; let that be mine. Do you your office, or give up your place, And you shall well be spared. PROVOST. I crave your honour’s pardon. What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet? She’s very near her hour. ANGELO. Dispose of her To some more fitter place; and that with speed. Enter Servant. SERVANT. Here is the sister of the man condemned Desires access to you. ANGELO. Hath he a sister? PROVOST. Ay, my good lord, a very virtuous maid, And to be shortly of a sisterhood, If not already. ANGELO. Well, let her be admitted. [_Exit Servant._] See you the fornicatress be removed; Let her have needful but not lavish means; There shall be order for it. Enter Lucio and Isabella. PROVOST. [_Offering to retire_.] Save your honour! ANGELO. Stay a little while. [_To Isabella_.] You are welcome. What’s your will? ISABELLA. I am a woeful suitor to your honour, Please but your honour hear me. ANGELO. Well, what’s your suit? ISABELLA. There is a vice that most I do abhor, And most desire should meet the blow of justice; For which I would not plead, but that I must; For which I must not plead, but that I am At war ’twixt will and will not. ANGELO. Well, the matter? ISABELLA. I have a brother is condemned to die; I do beseech you, let it be his fault, And not my brother. PROVOST. Heaven give thee moving graces. ANGELO. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? Why, every fault’s condemned ere it be done. Mine were the very cipher of a function To find the faults whose fine stands in record, And let go by the actor.