A Room in a Prison.
 Enter DUKE disguised as Friar Lodowick, and PROVOST.

Duke	Hail to you, Provost! - so I think you are.

Provost	I am the Provost. What's your will, good friar?

Duke	Bound by my charity and my blessed order,
	I come to visit the afflicted spirits
	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.

                              Enter JULIET.

	Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine,
	Who, falling in the flaws of her own youth,
	Hath blistered her report. She is with child,
	And he that got it, sentenced: a young man
	More fit to do another such offence
	Than die for this.

Duke	When must he die?

Provost							As I do think, tomorrow.
	[To JULIET.] I have provided for you; stay a while,
	And you shall be conducted.

Duke	Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry?

Juliet	I do, and bear the same most patiently.

Duke	I'll teach you how you shall arraign your conscience
	And try your penitence, if it be sound,
	Or hollowly put on.

Juliet							I'll gladly learn.

Duke	Love you the man that wronged you?

Juliet	Yes, as I love the woman that wronged him.

Duke	So then it seems your most offenceful act
	Was mutually committed?

Juliet								Mutually.

Duke	Then was your sin of heavier kind than his.

Juliet	I do confess it, and repent it, father.

Duke	'Tis meet so, daughter, but lest you do repent
	As that the sin hath brought you to this shame,
	Which sorrow is always toward 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.

Duke									There rest.
	Your partner, as I hear, must die tomorrow,
	And I am going with instruction to him.
	Grace go with you. Benedicite!
													[Exit.
Juliet	Must die tomorrow! O injurious law,
	That respites me a life, whose very comfort
	Is still a dying horror!

Provost								'Tis pity of him.
													[Exeunt.
