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1

Measure for Measure
[II, 1]

Escalus

726

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 is no remedy.
Come, sir.

2

Measure for Measure
[II, 2]

Provost

754

I crave your honour's pardon.
What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet?
She's very near her hour.

3

Measure for Measure
[II, 2]

Isabella

804

Yes; I do think that you might pardon him,
And neither heaven nor man grieve at the mercy.

4

Measure for Measure
[II, 4]

Angelo

1064

Ha! fie, these filthy vices! It were as good
To pardon him that hath from nature stolen
A man already made, as to remit
Their saucy sweetness that do coin heaven's image
In stamps that are forbid: 'tis all as easy
Falsely to take away a life true made
As to put metal in restrained means
To make a false one.

5

Measure for Measure
[II, 4]

Isabella

1138

Ignomy in ransom and free pardon
Are of two houses: lawful mercy
Is nothing kin to foul redemption.

6

Measure for Measure
[II, 4]

Isabella

1144

O, pardon me, my lord; it oft falls out,
To have what we would have, we speak not what we mean:
I something do excuse the thing I hate,
For his advantage that I dearly love.

7

Measure for Measure
[II, 4]

Isabella

1179

Ha! little honour to be much believed,
And most pernicious purpose! Seeming, seeming!
I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look for't:
Sign me a present pardon for my brother,
Or with an outstretch'd throat I'll tell the world aloud
What man thou art.

8

Measure for Measure
[III, 1]

Vincentio

1223

So then you hope of pardon from Lord Angelo?

9

Measure for Measure
[III, 1]

Claudio

1411

Let me ask my sister pardon. I am so out of love
with life that I will sue to be rid of it.

10

Measure for Measure
[III, 2]

Lucio

1644

No, pardon; 'tis a secret must be locked within the
teeth and the lips: but this I can let you
understand, the greater file of the subject held the
duke to be wise.

11

Measure for Measure
[IV, 2]

Provost

1954

Who can do good on him?
Well, go, prepare yourself.
[Knocking within]
But, hark, what noise?
Heaven give your spirits comfort!
[Exit CLAUDIO]
By and by.
I hope it is some pardon or reprieve
For the most gentle Claudio.
[Enter DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as before]
Welcome father.

12

Measure for Measure
[IV, 2]

Vincentio

2005

And here comes Claudio's pardon.

13

Measure for Measure
[IV, 2]

Vincentio

2014

[Aside] This is his pardon, purchased by such sin
For which the pardoner himself is in.
Hence hath offence his quick celerity,
When it is born in high authority:
When vice makes mercy, mercy's so extended,
That for the fault's love is the offender friended.
Now, sir, what news?

14

Measure for Measure
[IV, 2]

Provost

2086

Pardon me, good father; it is against my oath.

15

Measure for Measure
[IV, 3]

Vincentio

2231

The tongue of Isabel. She's come to know
If yet her brother's pardon be come hither:
But I will keep her ignorant of her good,
To make her heavenly comforts of despair,
When it is least expected.

16

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[IV, 3]

Isabella

2239

The better, given me by so holy a man.
Hath yet the deputy sent my brother's pardon?

17

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[V, 1]

Lucio

2470

That's I, an't like your grace:
I came to her from Claudio, and desired her
To try her gracious fortune with Lord Angelo
For her poor brother's pardon.

18

Measure for Measure
[V, 1]

Isabella

2491

Pardon it;
The phrase is to the matter.

19

Measure for Measure
[V, 1]

Mariana

2576

Pardon, my lord; I will not show my face
Until my husband bid me.

20

Measure for Measure
[V, 1]

Vincentio

2778

[To ESCALUS] What you have spoke I pardon: sit you down:
We'll borrow place of him.
[To ANGELO]
Sir, by your leave.
Hast thou or word, or wit, or impudence,
That yet can do thee office? If thou hast,
Rely upon it till my tale be heard,
And hold no longer out.