JUSTICE.
Eleven, sir.
ESCALUS.
I pray you home to dinner with me.
JUSTICE.
I humbly thank you.
ESCALUS.
It grieves me for the death of Claudio,
But there’s no remedy.
JUSTICE.
Lord Angelo is severe.
ESCALUS.
It is but needful.
Mercy is not itself that oft looks so;
Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.
But yet, Poor Claudio! There’s no remedy.
Come, sir.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE II. Another room in the same.
Enter Provost and a Servant.
SERVANT.
He’s hearing of a cause. He will come straight.
I’ll tell him of you.