back to 2.2 skip to 2.4 Measure for Measure Act 2, Scene 3 Enter, severally, Duke Vincentio disguised as a friar, and Provost Duke VincentioHail to you, provost! so I think you are. ProvostI am the provost. What’s your will, good friar? Duke VincentioBound by my charity and my blest order, I come to visit the afflicted spirits Here in the prison. Do me the common right To let me see them and to make me know The nature of their crimes, that I may minister To them accordingly. ProvostI would do more than that, if more were needful. Enter Juliet Look, here comes one: a gentlewoman of mine, Who, falling in the flaws of her own youth, Hath blister’d her report. She is with child, And he that got it, sentenced—a young man More fit to do another such offence Than die for this. Duke VincentioWhen must he die? Provost As I do think, tomorrow. To Juliet I have provided for you. Stay awhile, And you shall be conducted. Duke VincentioRepent you, fair one, of the sin you carry? JulietI do; and bear the shame most patiently. Duke VincentioI’ll teach you how you shall arraign your conscience, And try your penitence, if it be sound, Or hollowly put on. Juliet I’ll gladly learn. Duke VincentioLove you the man that wrong’d you? JulietYes, as I love the woman that wrong’d him. Duke VincentioSo then it seems your most offenceful act Was mutually committed? Juliet Mutually. Duke VincentioThen was your sin of heavier kind than his. JulietI do confess it, and repent it, father. Duke Vincentio‘Tis meet so, daughter: but lest you do repent, As that the sin hath brought you to this shame, Which sorrow is always towards ourselves, not heaven, Showing we would not spare heaven as we love it, But as we stand in fear,— JulietI do repent me, as it is an evil, And take the shame with joy. Duke Vincentio There rest. Your partner, as I hear, must die tomorrow, And I am going with instruction to him. Grace go with you, Benedicite! Exit JulietMust die tomorrow? O injurious love, That respites me a life, whose very comfort Is still a dying horror! Provost ‘Tis pity of him. Exeunt Measure for Measure Act 2, Scene 3