Act 4, Scene 2: A room in the prison

SCENE II. A room in the prison.

    Enter Provost and POMPEY

Provost

    Come hither, sirrah. Can you cut off a man's head?

POMPEY

    If the man be a bachelor, sir, I can; but if he be a
    married man, he's his wife's head, and I can never
    cut off a woman's head.

Provost

    Come, sir, leave me your snatches, and yield me a
    direct answer. To-morrow morning are to die Claudio
    and Barnardine. Here is in our prison a common
    executioner, who in his office lacks a helper: if
    you will take it on you to assist him, it shall
    redeem you from your gyves; if not, you shall have
    your full time of imprisonment and your deliverance
    with an unpitied whipping, for you have been a
    notorious bawd.

POMPEY

    Sir, I have been an unlawful bawd time out of mind;
    but yet I will be content to be a lawful hangman. I
    would be glad to receive some instruction from my
    fellow partner.

Provost

    What, ho! Abhorson! Where's Abhorson, there?

    Enter ABHORSON

ABHORSON

    Do you call, sir?

Provost

    Sirrah, here's a fellow will help you to-morrow in
    your execution. If you think it meet, compound with
    him by the year, and let him abide here with you; if
    not, use him for the present and dismiss him. He
    cannot plead his estimation with you; he hath been a bawd.

ABHORSON

    A bawd, sir? fie upon him! he will discredit our mystery.

Provost

    Go to, sir; you weigh equally; a feather will turn
    the scale.

    Exit

POMPEY

    Pray, sir, by your good favour,--for surely, sir, a
    good favour you have, but that you have a hanging
    look,--do you call, sir, your occupation a mystery?

ABHORSON

    Ay, sir; a mystery

POMPEY

    Painting, sir, I have heard say, is a mystery; and
    your whores, sir, being members of my occupation,
    using painting, do prove my occupation a mystery:
    but what mystery there should be in hanging, if I
    should be hanged, I cannot imagine.

ABHORSON

    Sir, it is a mystery.

POMPEY

    Proof?

ABHORSON

    Every true man's apparel fits your thief: if it be
    too little for your thief, your true man thinks it
    big enough; if it be too big for your thief, your
    thief thinks it little enough: so every true man's
    apparel fits your thief.

    Re-enter Provost

Provost

    Are you agreed?

POMPEY

    Sir, I will serve him; for I do find your hangman is
    a more penitent trade than your bawd; he doth
    oftener ask forgiveness.

Provost

    You, sirrah, provide your block and your axe
    to-morrow four o'clock.

ABHORSON

    Come on, bawd; I will instruct thee in my trade; follow.

POMPEY

    I do desire to learn, sir: and I hope, if you have
    occasion to use me for your own turn, you shall find
    me yare; for truly, sir, for your kindness I owe you
    a good turn.

Provost

    Call hither Barnardine and Claudio:

    Exeunt POMPEY and ABHORSON
    The one has my pity; not a jot the other,
    Being a murderer, though he were my brother.

    Enter CLAUDIO
    Look, here's the warrant, Claudio, for thy death:
    'Tis now dead midnight, and by eight to-morrow
    Thou must be made immortal. Where's Barnardine?

CLAUDIO

    As fast lock'd up in sleep as guiltless labour
    When it lies starkly in the traveller's bones:
    He will not wake.

Provost

    Who can do good on him?
    Well, go, prepare yourself.

    Knocking within
    But, hark, what noise?
    Heaven give your spirits comfort!

    Exit CLAUDIO
    By and by.
    I hope it is some pardon or reprieve
    For the most gentle Claudio.

    Enter DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as before
    Welcome father.

DUKE VINCENTIO

    The best and wholesomest spirts of the night
    Envelope you, good Provost! Who call'd here of late?

Provost

    None, since the curfew rung.

DUKE VINCENTIO

    Not Isabel?

Provost

    No.

DUKE VINCENTIO

    They will, then, ere't be long.

Provost

    What comfort is for Claudio?

DUKE VINCENTIO

    There's some in hope.

Provost

    It is a bitter deputy.

DUKE VINCENTIO

    Not so, not so; his life is parallel'd
    Even with the stroke and line of his great justice:
    He doth with holy abstinence subdue
    That in himself which he spurs on his power
    To qualify in others: were he meal'd with that
    Which he corrects, then were he tyrannous;
    But this being so, he's just.

    Knocking within
    Now are they come.

    Exit Provost
    This is a gentle provost: seldom when
    The steeled gaoler is the friend of men.

    Knocking within
    How now! what noise? That spirit's possessed with haste
    That wounds the unsisting postern with these strokes.

    Re-enter Provost

Provost

    There he must stay until the officer
    Arise to let him in: he is call'd up.

DUKE VINCENTIO

    Have you no countermand for Claudio yet,
    But he must die to-morrow?

Provost

    None, sir, none.

DUKE VINCENTIO

    As near the dawning, provost, as it is,
    You shall hear more ere morning.

Provost

    Happily
    You something know; yet I believe there comes
    No countermand; no such example have we:
    Besides, upon the very siege of justice
    Lord Angelo hath to the public ear
    Profess'd the contrary.

    Enter a Messenger
    This is his lordship's man.

DUKE VINCENTIO

    And here comes Claudio's pardon.

Messenger

    [Giving a paper]
    My lord hath sent you this note; and by me this
    further charge, that you swerve not from the
    smallest article of it, neither in time, matter, or
    other circumstance. Good morrow; for, as I take it,
    it is almost day.

Provost

    I shall obey him.

    Exit Messenger

DUKE VINCENTIO

    [Aside] This is his pardon, purchased by such sin
    For which the pardoner himself is in.
    Hence hath offence his quick celerity,
    When it is born in high authority:
    When vice makes mercy, mercy's so extended,
    That for the fault's love is the offender friended.
    Now, sir, what news?

Provost

    I told you. Lord Angelo, belike thinking me remiss
    in mine office, awakens me with this unwonted
    putting-on; methinks strangely, for he hath not used it before.

DUKE VINCENTIO

    Pray you, let's hear.

Provost

    [Reads]
    'Whatsoever you may hear to the contrary, let
    Claudio be executed by four of the clock; and in the
    afternoon Barnardine: for my better satisfaction,
    let me have Claudio's head sent me by five. Let
    this be duly performed; with a thought that more
    depends on it than we must yet deliver. Thus fail
    not to do your office, as you will answer it at your peril.'
    What say you to this, sir?

DUKE VINCENTIO

    What is that Barnardine who is to be executed in the
    afternoon?

Provost

    A Bohemian born, but here nursed un and bred; one
    that is a prisoner nine years old.

DUKE VINCENTIO

    How came it that the absent duke had not either
    delivered him to his liberty or executed him? I
    have heard it was ever his manner to do so.

Provost

    His friends still wrought reprieves for him: and,
    indeed, his fact, till now in the government of Lord
    Angelo, came not to an undoubtful proof.

DUKE VINCENTIO

    It is now apparent?

Provost

    Most manifest, and not denied by himself.

DUKE VINCENTIO

    Hath he born himself penitently in prison? how
    seems he to be touched?

Provost

    A man that apprehends death no more dreadfully but
    as a drunken sleep; careless, reckless, and fearless
    of what's past, present, or to come; insensible of
    mortality, and desperately mortal.

DUKE VINCENTIO

    He wants advice.

Provost

    He will hear none: he hath evermore had the liberty
    of the prison; give him leave to escape hence, he
    would not: drunk many times a day, if not many days
    entirely drunk. We have very oft awaked him, as if
    to carry him to execution, and showed him a seeming
    warrant for it: it hath not moved him at all.

DUKE VINCENTIO

    More of him anon. There is written in your brow,
    provost, honesty and constancy: if I read it not
    truly, my ancient skill beguiles me; but, in the
    boldness of my cunning, I will lay myself in hazard.
    Claudio, whom here you have warrant to execute, is
    no greater forfeit to the law than Angelo who hath
    sentenced him. To make you understand this in a
    manifested effect, I crave but four days' respite;
    for the which you are to do me both a present and a
    dangerous courtesy.

Provost

    Pray, sir, in what?

DUKE VINCENTIO

    In the delaying death.

Provost

    A lack, how may I do it, having the hour limited,
    and an express command, under penalty, to deliver
    his head in the view of Angelo? I may make my case
    as Claudio's, to cross this in the smallest.

DUKE VINCENTIO

    By the vow of mine order I warrant you, if my
    instructions may be your guide. Let this Barnardine
    be this morning executed, and his head born to Angelo.

Provost

    Angelo hath seen them both, and will discover the favour.

DUKE VINCENTIO

    O, death's a great disguiser; and you may add to it.
    Shave the head, and tie the beard; and say it was
    the desire of the penitent to be so bared before his
    death: you know the course is common. If any thing
    fall to you upon this, more than thanks and good
    fortune, by the saint whom I profess, I will plead
    against it with my life.

Provost

    Pardon me, good father; it is against my oath.

DUKE VINCENTIO

    Were you sworn to the duke, or to the deputy?

Provost

    To him, and to his substitutes.

DUKE VINCENTIO

    You will think you have made no offence, if the duke
    avouch the justice of your dealing?

Provost

    But what likelihood is in that?

DUKE VINCENTIO

    Not a resemblance, but a certainty. Yet since I see
    you fearful, that neither my coat, integrity, nor
    persuasion can with ease attempt you, I will go
    further than I meant, to pluck all fears out of you.
    Look you, sir, here is the hand and seal of the
    duke: you know the character, I doubt not; and the
    signet is not strange to you.

Provost

    I know them both.

DUKE VINCENTIO

    The contents of this is the return of the duke: you
    shall anon over-read it at your pleasure; where you
    shall find, within these two days he will be here.
    This is a thing that Angelo knows not; for he this
    very day receives letters of strange tenor;
    perchance of the duke's death; perchance entering
    into some monastery; but, by chance, nothing of what
    is writ. Look, the unfolding star calls up the
    shepherd. Put not yourself into amazement how these
    things should be: all difficulties are but easy
    when they are known. Call your executioner, and off
    with Barnardine's head: I will give him a present
    shrift and advise him for a better place. Yet you
    are amazed; but this shall absolutely resolve you.
    Come away; it is almost clear dawn.

    Exeunt

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