| ACT II SCENE III | A room in a prison. | |
| | Enter, severally, DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as afriar, and Provost | |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | Hail to you, provost! so I think you are. | |
| Provost | I am the provost. What's your will, good friar? | |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | Bound by my charity and my blest order, | |
| | I come to visit the afflicted spirits | 5 |
| | Here in the prison. Do me the common right | |
| | To let me see them and to make me know | |
| | The nature of their crimes, that I may minister | |
| | To them accordingly. | |
| Provost | I would do more than that, if more were needful. | 10 |
| | Enter JULIET | |
| | Look, here comes one: a gentlewoman of mine, | |
| | Who, falling in the flaws of her own youth, | |
| | Hath blister'd her report: she is with child; | |
| | And he that got it, sentenced; a young man | |
| | More fit to do another such offence | 15 |
| | Than die for this. | |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | When must he die? | |
| Provost | As I do think, to-morrow. | |
| | I have provided for you: stay awhile, | |
| | To JULIET | |
| | And you shall be conducted. | 20 |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry? | |
| JULIET | I do; and bear the shame most patiently. | |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | I'll teach you how you shall arraign your conscience, | |
| | And try your penitence, if it be sound, | |
| | Or hollowly put on. | 25 |
| JULIET | I'll gladly learn. | |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | Love you the man that wrong'd you? | |
| JULIET | Yes, as I love the woman that wrong'd him. | |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | So then it seems your most offenceful act | |
| | Was mutually committed? | 30 |
| JULIET | Mutually. | |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | Then was your sin of heavier kind than his. | |
| JULIET | I do confess it, and repent it, father. | |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | 'Tis meet so, daughter: but lest you do repent, | |
| | As that the sin hath brought you to this shame, | 35 |
| | Which sorrow is always towards ourselves, not heaven, | |
| | Showing we would not spare heaven as we love it, | |
| | But as we stand in fear,-- | |
| JULIET | I do repent me, as it is an evil, | |
| | And take the shame with joy. | 40 |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | There rest. | |
| | Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow, | |
| | And I am going with instruction to him. | |
| | Grace go with you, Benedicite! | |
| | Exit | |
| JULIET | Must die to-morrow! O injurious love, | 45 |
| | That respites me a life, whose very comfort | |
| | Is still a dying horror! | |
| Provost | 'Tis pity of him. | |
| | Exeunt | |
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