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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 [5]
To die for’t!

Enter Angelo.

ANGELO
Now, what’s the matter, Provost?

PROVOST
Is it your will Claudio shall die tomorrow?

ANGELO
Did I not 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 [10]

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 spar’d.

PROVOST