And take the shame with joy.

DUKE.
There rest.
Your partner, as I hear, must die to-morrow,
And I am going with instruction to him.--
Grace go with you!

DUKE.
Benedicite!

[Exit.]

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

PROVOST.
'Tis pity of him.

[Exeunt.]



SCENE IV. A Room in ANGELO'S house.

[Enter ANGELO.]

ANGELO.