Measure for Measure by William Shakespeare
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Duke. Haue you no countermand for Claudio yet? But he must die to morrow? Pro. None Sir, none Duke. As neere the dawning Prouost, as it is, You shall heare more ere Morning Pro. Happely You something know: yet I beleeue there comes No countermand: no such example haue we: Besides, vpon the verie siege of Iustice, Lord Angelo hath to the publike eare Profest the contrarie. Enter a Messenger. Duke. This is his Lords man Pro. And heere comes Claudio's pardon Mess. My Lord hath sent you this note, And by mee this further charge; That you swerue not from the smallest Article of it, Neither in time, matter, or other circumstance. Good morrow: for as I take it, it is almost day Pro. I shall obey him Duke. This is his Pardon purchas'd by such sin, |
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