JULIET.
I do confess it, and repent it, father.
DUKE.
’Tis meet so, daughter; but lest you do repent
As that the sin hath brought you to this shame,
Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not heaven,
Showing we would not spare heaven as we love it,
But as we stand in fear—
JULIET.
I do repent me as it is an evil,
And take the shame with joy.
DUKE.
There rest.
Your partner, as I hear, must die tomorrow,
And I am going with instruction to him.
Grace go with you! Benedicite!
[Exit.]
JULIET.
Must die tomorrow? O, injurious love
That respites me a life, whose very comfort
Is still a dying horror!
PROVOST.
’Tis pity of him.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE IV. A room in Angelo’s house.
Enter Angelo.