Claudio:
To death’s door I have come and gone,
But now I am pardoned and have a baby to come.
My dear Isabel, too, has gone from heaven to hell and back
And that most wicked Angelo, who has died by his own virtues,
Is now married, pardoned, and set free as well.
The Duke, who by hiding created this mess,
Clothed himself in unwarranted trust
And set all back aright, to his view at least.
Isabella must now marry with no choice.
Her maidenhood, that she put above her own brother’s life,
Is naught to the whims of the puppeteer-Duke.
A measure for measure was placed on Angelo’s life to mine, and too on
The purity of Isabella for the soil of the Duke
The unhappiness of Angelo for the love of Mariana
The wisdom of Escalus for this unwholesome accident
So here is lain before us the city of Vienna
Ruled by a man with a self-centered agenda
A city of punks, slanderers, and the beguiled
Oh, what kind of future is in store for my child?
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