Re-enter Provost. Prov. Here is the head; I'll carry it myself. Duke. Convenient is it: you For I would commune with of such things, Prov. I'll make all speed. Isab. [Within.] Peace, ho, be here! [Exit. Duke. The tongue of Isabel:-She's come to know, If yet her brother's pardon be come hither: Enter ISABella. Isab. Ho, by your leave. Duke. Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter. Isab. The better, given me by so holy a man. Hath yet the deputy sent my brother's pardon? Duke. He hath releas'd him, Isabel, from the world; His head is off, and sent to Angelo. Isab. Nay, but it is not so. Duke. It is no other: Show your wisdom, daughter, in your close patience. Isab. O, I will to him, and pluck out his eyes. Duke. You shall not be admitted to his sight. Isab. Unhappy Claudio! Wretched Isabel! Injurious world! Most damned Angelo! Duke. This nor hurts him nor profits you a jot: Forbear it therefore; give your cause to heaven. Mark what I say; which you shall find By every syllable, a faithful verity: The duke comes home to-morrow;-nay, dry your eyes; One of our convent, and his confessor, Gives me this instance: Already he hath carried Who do prepare to meet him at the gates, your wisdom In that good path that I would wish it go; Isab. I am directed by you. At Mariana's house to-night. Her cause, and yours, 8 And shall be absent. Wend you with this letter: Lucio. O, pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine heart, to see thine eyes so red: thou must be pa 6 · your bosom —] Your wish; your heart's desire. JOHNSON. ? I am combined,] i. e. bound by agreement. tient: I am fain to dine and sup with water and bran; I dare not for my head fill my belly; one fruitful meal would set me to't: But they say the duke will be here to-morrow. By my troth, Isabel, I lov'd thy brother: if the old fantastical duke of dark corners had been at home, he had lived. [Exit ISABELLA. Duke. Sir, the duke is marvellous little beholden to your reports; but the best is, he lives not in them.1 Lucio. Friar, thou knowest not the duke so well as I do: he's a better woodman' than thou takest him for. Duke. Well, you'll answer this one day. Fare ye well. Lucio. Nay, tarry; I'll go along with thee; I can tell thee pretty tales of the duke. Duke. You have told me too many of him already, sir, if they be true; if not true, none were enough. Lucio. I was once before him for getting a wench with child. Duke. Did you such a thing? Lucio. Yes, marry, did I: but was fain to forswear it; they would else have married me to the rotten medlar. Duke. Sir, your company is fairer than honest: Rest you well. Lucio. By my troth, I'll go with thee to the lane's end: If bawdy talk offend you, we'll have very little of it: Nay, friar, I am a kind of burr, I shall stick. [Exeunt. 9 duke of dark corners-] This duke who meets his mistresses in by-places. them. he lives not in them.] i. e. his character depends not on 2 · woodman —] A woodman was an attendant or servant to the officer called Forrester, but is here used in a wanton sense. SCENE IV. A Room in Angelo's House. Enter ANGELO and ESCALUS. Escal. Every letter he hath writ hath disvouch'd other. Ang. In most uneven and distracted manner. His actions show much like to madness: pray heaven, his wisdom be not tainted! And why meet him at the gates, and re-deliver our authorities there? Escal. I guess not. Ang. And why should we proclaim it in an hour before his entering, that, if any crave redress of injustice, they should exhibit their petitions in the street? Escal. He shows his reason for that: to have a despatch of complaints; and to deliver us from devices hereafter, which shall then have no power to stand against us. Ang. Well, I beseech you, let it be proclaim'd: Betimes i' the morn, I'll call you at your house: Give notice to such men of sort and suit,3 And dull to all proceedings. A deflower'd maid! The law against it!-But that her tender shame sort and suit,] Figure and rank, or perhaps, his vassals bound to hold suit and service to their over-lord. Р VOL. II. How might she tongue me? Yet reason dares her? -no: + For my authority bears a credent bulk, That no particular scandal once can touch, But it confounds the breather." He should have liv'd, Save that his riotous youth, with dangerous sense, Might, in the times to come, have ta'en revenge, By so receiving a dishonour'd life, With ransome of such shame. 'Would yet he had liv'd! Alack, when once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right; we would, and we would not. [Exit. SCENE V. Fields without the Town. Enter Duke in his own habit, and Friar PETER. Duke. These letters at fit time deliver me. [Giving letters. Though sometimes you do blench from this to that, Yet reason dares her?-no:] Yet does not reason challenge or incite her to accuse me?-no, (answers the speaker,) for my authority, &c. To dare, in this sense, is yet a schoolphrase. MALONE. 5 my authority bears a credent bulk, That no particular scandal, &c.] Credent is creditable, in forcing credit, not questionable. 6 you do blench -] To blench is to start off. |