132: SCENE III. Pope. 186: _you_] _ye_ F4. 194: _hang_] _hang on_ Heath conj. 198: SCENE IV. Pope. 207: _in_] F1. om. F2 F3 F4. 214: _nor_] _and_ Pope. 216: _splay_] _spay_ Steevens. 221: _the knaves_] F1. _knaves_ F2 F3 F4. 222: _are_ F2 F3 F4. _is_ F1. 225: _year_] Ff. _years_ Rowe. 226: _year_] F1 _years_ F2 F3 F4. 227: _bay_] _day_ Pope. 234: _Pompey_] om. F4. 237: [Aside] Staunton. 241: SCENE V. Pope. 245: _your_] Pope. _the_ Ff. 260: _home_] F1. _go home_ F2 F3 F4. 267: _There is_] _There's_ Pope. SCENE II. _Another room in the same._ _Enter PROVOST and a _Servant_._ _Serv._ He's hearing of a cause; he will come straight: I'll tell him of you. _Prov._ 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 5 To die for 't! _Enter ANGELO._ _Ang._ Now, what's the matter, provost? _Prov._ Is it your will Claudio shall die to-morrow? _Ang._ Did not I tell thee yea? hadst thou not order? Why dost thou ask again? _Prov._ Lest I might be too rash: Under your good correction, I have seen, 10 When, after execution, Judgement hath Repented o'er his doom. _Ang._ Go to; let that be mine: Do you your office, or give up your place, And you shall well be spared. _Prov._ I crave your honour's pardon. What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet? 15 She's very near her hour. _Ang._ Dispose of her To some more fitter place, and that with speed. _Re-enter _Servant_._ _Serv._ Here is the sister of the man condemn'd Desires access to you. _Ang._ Hath he a sister? _Prov._ Ay, my good lord; a very virtuous maid, 20 And to be shortly of a sisterhood, If not already. _Ang._ 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 't. _Enter ISABELLA and LUCIO._ _Prov._ God save your honour! 25 _Ang._ Stay a little while. [_To Isab._] You're welcome: what's your will? _Isab._ I am a woeful suitor to your honour, Please but your honour hear me. _Ang._ Well; what's your suit? _Isab._ There is a vice that most I do abhor, And most desire should meet the blow of justice; 30 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. _Ang._ Well; the matter? _Isab._ I have a brother is condemn'd to die: I do beseech you, let it be his fault, 35 And not my brother. _Prov._ [_Aside_] Heaven give thee moving graces!