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I crave your honour’s pardon.
What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet? [15]
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 condemn’d,
Desires access to you.

ANGELO
Hath he a sister?

PROVOST
Ay, my good lord, a very virtuous maid; [20]
And to be shortly of a sisterhood,

If not already.

ANGELO
Well, let her be admitted.
[Exit Servant.]
See you the fornicatress be remov’d;

Let her have needful, but not lavish means;
There shall be order for’t.

Enter Lucio and Isabella.

PROVOST
Save your honour! [25]
[Going.]

ANGELO

Stay a little while.