[Enter ANGELO.]

ANGELO.
Now, what's the matter, provost?

PROVOST.
Is it your will Claudio shall die to-morrow?

ANGELO.
Did not I tell thee yea? hadst thou not order?
Why dost thou ask again?

PROVOST.
Lest I might be too rash:
Under your good correction, I have seen
When, after execution, judgment hath
Repented o'er his doom.

ANGELO.
Go to; let that be mine:
Do you your office, or give up your place,
And you shall well be spared.

PROVOST.
I crave your honour's pardon:
What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet?
She's very near her hour.

ANGELO.