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ANGELO.
Go to; let that be mine,
Do you your office, or give up your place,
And you shall well be spared.
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PROVOST.
I crave your honors pardon:
What shall be done sir, with the groaning Juliet?
She's very near her hour.
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ANGELO.
Dispose of her
To some more fitter place; and that with speed.
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SERVANT.
Here is the sister of the man condemn'd
Desires access to you.
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ANGELO.
Hath he a sister?
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PROVOST.
Ay my good lord, a very virtuous maid,
And to be shortly of a sister-hood,
If not already.
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ANGELO.
Well: let her be admitted,
See you the fornicatress be removed,
Let have needful, but not lavish means,
There shall be order for't.
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PROVOST.
Save your honor.
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ANGELO.
Stay a little while: y'are welcome: what's your will?
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ISABELLA.
I am a woeful suitor to your honor,
Please but your honor hear me.
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