Provost
Quotes spoken by the character Provost
Why, how now, Claudio? Whence comes this restraint?
Read the QuoteLucio
Why, how now, Claudio? Whence comes this restraint?
Claudio
From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty.Diacope
As surfeit is the father of much fast,Simile & Alliteration
So every scope by the immoderate use
Turns to restraint.Irony Our natures do pursue,
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We must not make a scarecrow of the law
Read the QuoteAngelo
We must not make a scarecrow of the law,
Setting it up to fear the birds of prey,
And let it keep one shape till custom make it
AntithesisTheir perch and not their terror.Metaphor
Well, heaven forgive him and forgive us all.
Some rise by sin and some by virtue fall.
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It is the law, not I, condemn your brother
Read the QuoteAngelo
It is the law, not I, condemn your brother.
Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son,
It should be thus with him. He must die tomorrow.
Isabella
Tomorrow? O, that’s sudden! Spare him, spare him.
He’s not prepared for death.Epizeuxis Even for our kitchens
We kill the fowl of season.
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Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry?
Read the QuoteDuke, as Friar, to Juliet
Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry?
Juliet
I do; and bear the shame most patiently.
I do repent me as it is an evil,
And take the shame with joy.
Duke, as Friar
I’ll teach you how you shall arraign your conscience,
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And here comes Claudio’s pardon
Read the QuoteDuke, as Friar
And here comes Claudio’s pardon.
Messenger, giving Provost a paper
My lord hath sent you this note, and by me
this further charge: that you swerve not from
the smallest article of it, neither in time, matter,
or other circumstance. Good morrow, for, as
I take it,
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This is another prisoner that I saved
Read the QuoteProvost
This is another prisoner that I saved
Who should have died when Claudio lost his head,
As like almost to Claudio as himself.
He unmuffles Claudio.
Dear Isabel,
I have a motion much imports your good,
Whereto if you’ll a willing ear incline,
What’s mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.—