Which is the best to furnish me to-morrow.”
Little she recks of what is to betide her ere to-morrow dawn. Or is it an execution? Hear Angelo’s decree against another (quite another) Claudio:
“Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son,
It would be thus with him;—he must die to-morrow.
Isab. To-morrow! O, that’s sudden! Spare, him, spare him;
He’s not prepared for death.”
Many scenes later we have the Provost imparting his fate to the doomed man:—
“Look, here’s the warrant, Claudio, for thy death:
’Tis now dead-midnight, and by eight to-morrow
Thou must be made immortal.”