ANGELO.
Go to; let that be mine:
Do you your office, or give up your place,
And you shall well be spared.
PROVOST.
I crave your honour's pardon:
What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet?
She's very near her hour.
ANGELO.
Dispose of her
To some more fitter place; and that with speed.
[Re-enter Servant.]
SERVANT.
Here is the sister of the man condemned
Desires access to you.
ANGELO.
Hath he a sister?
PROVOST.
Ay, my good lord; a very virtuous maid,
And to be shortly of a sisterhood,
If not already.
ANGELO.
Well, let her be admitted.
[Exit Servant.]
See you the fornicatress be remov'd;
Let her have needful but not lavish means;
There shall be order for it.
[Enter Lucio and ISABELLA.]
PROVOST.
[Offering to retire.] Save your honour!
