Measure for Measure The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [9 vols.] · William Shakespeare
SCENE III. _A room in a prison._
_Duke._ So, then, it seems your most offenceful act Was mutually committed? _Jul._ Mutually. _Duke._ Then was your sin of heavier kind than his. _Jul._ I do confess it, and repent it, father. _Duke._ 'Tis meet so, daughter: but lest you do repent, 30 As that the sin hath brought you to this shame, Which sorrow is always towards ourselves, not heaven, Showing we would not spare heaven as we love it, But as we stand in fear,-- _Jul._ I do repent me, as it is an evil, 35 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, _Benedicite!_ [_Exit._ _Jul._ Must die to-morrow! O injurious love, 40 That respites me a life, whose very comfort Is still a dying horror! _Prov._ 'Tis pity of him. [_Exeunt._
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