Measure for Measure by William Shakespeare
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Provost, a word with you.
PROVOST. As many as you please. DUKE. Bring me to hear them speak, where I may be conceal'd. [Exeunt DUKE and PROVOST.] CLAUDIO. Now, sister, what's the comfort? ISABELLA. Why, As all comforts are; most good, most good, in deed: Lord Angelo, having affairs to heaven, Intends you for his swift ambassador, Where you shall be an everlasting leiger: Therefore, your best appointment make with speed; To-morrow you set on. CLAUDIO. Is there no remedy? ISABELLA. None, but such remedy as, to save a head, To cleave a heart in twain. CLAUDIO. |
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