SCENE III. A room in a prison.

Enter, severally, DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as a friar, and PROVOST

DUKE VINCENTIO
Hail to you, provost! so I think you are.

PROVOST
I am the provost. What's your will, good friar?

DUKE VINCENTIO
Bound by my charity and my blest order,
I come to visit the afflicted spirits
Here in the prison. Do me the common right
To let me see them and to make me know
The nature of their crimes, that I may minister
To them accordingly.

PROVOST
I would do more than that, if more were needful.

Enter JULIET

Look, here comes one: a gentlewoman of mine,
Who, falling in the flaws of her own youth,
Hath blister'd her report: she is with child;
And he that got it, sentenced; a young man
More fit to do another such offence
Than die for this.