Measure for Measure

by: William Shakespeare

  Act 5 Scene 1

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PROVOST

This is another prisoner that I saved.
525Who should have died when Claudio lost his head;
As like almost to Claudio as himself.

PROVOST

This is another prisoner I saved, who should have died when Claudio lost his head. He looks almost exactly like Claudio.
Unmuffles CLAUDIO
He uncovers CLAUDIO.

DUKE VINCENTIO

[To ISABELLA] If he be like your brother, for his sake
Is he pardon'd; and, for your lovely sake,
Give me your hand and say you will be mine.
530He is my brother too: but fitter time for that.
By this Lord Angelo perceives he’s safe;
Methinks I see a quickening in his eye.
Well, Angelo, your evil quits you well:
Look that you love your wife; her worth worth yours.
535I find an apt remission in myself;
And yet here's one in place I cannot pardon. [To LUCIO] You, sirrah, that knew me for a fool, a coward,
One all of luxury, an ass, a madman;
Wherein have I so deserved of you,
That you extol me thus?

DUKE VINCENTIO

(to ISABELLA) If he resembles your brother, then for his sake, he’s pardoned. And for your own lovely sake, give me your hand and say you’ll be mine. He’s my brother, too, but there’ll be a more appropriate time for that. By the way Angelo is behaving, I think he realizes this means he’s safe. Well, Angelo, your evil has repaid you well. Make sure you love your wife since her worth is equal to yours. I’m feeling merciful, and yet here’s someone I can’t forgive. (to LUCIO) You, who called me a fool, a coward, a lecher, an ass, a madman. What did I ever do to you that you call me these things?

LUCIO

540’Faith, my lord. I spoke it but according to the
trick. If you will hang me for it, you may; but I
had rather it would please you I might be whipt.

LUCIO

I swear, my lord, I only spoke according to what people say of you. You can hang me for it, if you want, but I wouldn’t mind if you preferred to whip me.

DUKE VINCENTIO

Whipt first, sir, and hanged after.
Proclaim it, provost, round about the city.
545Is any woman wrong’d by this lewd fellow,
As I have heard him swear himself there’s one
Whom he begot with child, let her appear,
And he shall marry her: the nuptial finish’d,
Let him be whipt and hang’d.

DUKE VINCENTIO

Whipping first, sir, and hanging afterward. Proclaim it, provost, around the city, that if this lecher wronged any woman, as I heard him swear himself he got someone pregnant, let her appear, and he’ll marry her. After the wedding, let him be whipped and hanged.

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