Measure for Measure

by: William Shakespeare

  Act 2 Scene 3

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Exit
He exits.

JULIET

Must die to-morrow! O injurious love,
45That respites me a life, whose very comfort
Is still a dying horror!

JULIET

Must die tomorrow! Oh, painful love! By making me pregnant,

it’s spared my life

the law spared a pregnant female prisoner from execution

it’s spared my life
. But that comfort means I have to live with the horror of Claudio’s death.

PROVOST

’Tis pity of him.

PROVOST

He’s to be pitied.
Exeunt
They exit.

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