Gary Taylor, John Jowett, Terri Bourus, and Gabriel Egan (eds), The New Oxford Shakespeare: Critical Reference Edition, Vol. 2
Sc. 82.3Scena Tertia.
Enter Duke and Prouost.1
Duke. Haile to you, Prouost, so I thinke you are.2
Pro. I am the Prouost: whats your will, good Frier?3
Duke. Bound by my charity, and my blest order,
4I come to visite the afflicted spirits
5Here in the prison: doe me the common right
6To let me see them: and to make me know
7The nature of their crimes,that I may minister
8To them accordingly.Critical Apparatus9
Pro. I would do more then that, if more were needfull.Enter Iuliet.
10Looke here comes one: a Gentlewoman of mine,
Critical Apparatus11Who falling in the flawes of her owne youth,
12Hath blisterd her report: She is with childe,
13And he that got it, sentenc'd: a yong man,
14More fit to doe another such offence,
15Then dye for this.16
Duk. When must he dye?17
Pro. As I do thinke to morrow.
18I haue prouided for you, stay a while
19And you shall be conducted.20
Duk. Repent you (faire one) of the sin you carry?21
Iul. I doe; and beare the shame most patiently.22
Du. Ile teach you how you shal araign your consciēce
23And try your penitence, if it be sound,
24Or hollowly put on.25
Iul. Ile gladly learne.26
Duk. Loue you the man that wrong'd you?27
Iul. Yes, as I loue the woman that wrong'd him.Critical Apparatus28
Duk. So then it seemes your most offencefull act
29Was mutually committed.
Duk. Then was your sin of heauier kinde then his.31
Iul. I doe confesse it, and repent it (Father.)pg 1748 F5r Link 32
Duk. 'Tis meet so (daughter) but least you do repent
33As that the sin hath brought you to this shame,
Critical Apparatus34Which sorrow is alwaies toward our selues, not [God],
Critical Apparatus35Showing we would not spare [God], as we loue [him],
36But as we stand in feare.37
Iul. I doe repent me, as it is an euill,
38And take the shame with ioy.Exit.
Duke. There rest:
39Your partner (as I heare) must die to morrow,
40And I am going with instruction to him:
Critical Apparatus41[Gods grace] goe with you, Benedicite.Critical Apparatus42
Iul. Must die to morrow? oh iniurious [Lawe]
43That respits me a life, whose very comfort
44Is still a dying horror.Exeunt.
Pro. 'Tis pitty of him.