_Ang._ 'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus, Another thing to fall. I not deny, The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two 20 Guiltier than him they try. What's open made to justice, That justice seizes: what know the laws That theives do pass on thieves? 'Tis very pregnant, The jewel that we find, we stoop and take't, Because we see it; but what we do not see 25 We tread upon, and never think of it. You may not so extenuate his offence For I have had such faults; but rather tell me, When I, that censure him, do so offend, Let mine own judgement pattern out my death, 30 And nothing come in partial. Sir, he must die. _Escal._ Be it as your wisdom will. _Ang._ Where is the provost? _Prov._ Here, if it like your honour. _Ang._ See that Claudio Be executed by nine to-morrow morning: Bring him his confessor, let him be prepared; 35 For that's the utmost of his pilgrimage. [_Exit Provost._ _Escal._ [_Aside_] Well, heaven forgive him! and forgive us all! Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run from brakes of ice, and answer none; And some condemned for a fault alone. 40 _Enter ELBOW, and _Officers_ with FROTH and POMPEY._ _Elb._ Come, bring them away: if these be good people in a commonweal that do nothing but use their abuses in common houses, I know no law: bring them away. _Ang._ How now, sir! What's your name? and what's the matter? 45 _Elb._ If it please your honour, I am the poor Duke's constable, and my name is Elbow: I do lean upon justice, sir, and do bring in here before your good honour two notorious benefactors. _Ang._ Benefactors? Well; what benefactors are they? 50 are they not malefactors? _Elb._ If it please your honour, I know not well what they are: but precise villains they are, that I am sure of; and void of all profanation in the world that good Christians ought to have. 55 _Escal._ This comes off well; here's a wise officer. _Ang._ Go to: what quality are they of? Elbow is your name? why dost thou not speak, Elbow? _Pom._ He cannot, sir; he's out at elbow. _Ang._ What are you, sir? 60 _Elb._ He, sir! a tapster, sir; parcel-bawd; one that serves a bad woman; whose house, sir, was, as they say, plucked down in the suburbs; and now she professes a hot-house, which, I think, is a very ill house too. _Escal._ How know you that? 65 _Elb._ My wife, sir, whom I detest before heaven and your honour,-- _Escal._ How? thy wife? _Elb._ Ay, sir;--whom, I thank heaven, is an honest woman,-- 70