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.]
