A room in a prison.
Enter, severally, DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as a friar, and Provost
Hail to you, provost! so I think you are.
I am the provost. What’s your will, good friar?
Bound by my charity and my blest order,
I come to visit the afflicted spirits
5Here in the prison. Do me the common right
To let me see them and to make me know
The nature of their crimes, that I may minister
To them accordingly.
I would do more than that, if more were needful.
10Look, here comes one: a gentlewoman of mine,
Who, falling in the flaws of her own youth,
Hath blister’d her report: she is with child;
And he that got it, sentenced; a young man
More fit to do another such offence
15Than die for this.
When must he die?
As I do think, to-morrow.
I have provided for you: stay awhile,
And you shall be conducted.