Ang. I am sorry that such sorrow I procure:
And so deep sticks it in my penitent heart,
That I crave death more willingly than mercy;
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475 ’Tis my deserving, and I do entreat it.
[Re-enter Provost, with Barnardine, Claudio muffled, and Juliet.]
Duke. Which is that Barnardine?
Prov.
This, [my lord].
Duke. There was a friar told me of this man.
Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul,