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But I will keep her ignorant of her good,
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:
Isab. O, I will to him, and pluck out his eyes.
Isab. Unhappy Claudio! Wretched Isabel !
Duke. This nor hurts him, nor profits you a jote 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 Notice to Escalus and Angelo; Who do prepare to meet him at the gates, There to give up their power. If you can, pace your
wisdom In that good path that I would wish it go; And you shall have your bosom on this wretch,
Grace of the duke, revenges to your heart,
Isab. I am directed by you.
Duke. This letter then to friar Peter give; 'Tis that he sent me of the duke's return : Say, by this token, I desire his company At Mariana's house to-night. Her cause, and yours, I'll perfect him withal; and he shall bring you Before the duke; and to the head of Angelo Accuse him home, and home. For my poor self, I am combined by a sacred vow, And shall be absent. Wend you with this letter: Command these fretting waters from your eyes With a light heart; trust not my holy order, If I pervert your course.—Who's here?
Duke. Not within, sir.
Lucio. O, pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine heart, to see thine eyes so red: thou must be patient: 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.
Lucio. Friar, tirou 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 bur, I shall stick. [Exeunt.
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:
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. The provost knows our purpose, and our plot. , The matter being afoot, keep your instruction, And hold you ever to our special drift; Though sometimes you do blench froin this to that,
As cause doth minister. Go, call at Flavius' house,
F. Peter. It shall be speeded well. [Exit Friar.
Enter Varrius. Duke. I thank thee, Varrius; thou hast made good
haste : Come, we will walk: There's other of our friends Will greet us here anon, my gentle Varrius. [Exeunt.
SCENE VI.-Street near the City Gate.
Enter ISABELLA and MARIANA.
Mari. Be rul’d by him.
Isab. Besides, he tells me, that, if peradventure
Mari. I would, friar Peter-
* Enter Friar Peter. F. Peter. Come, I have found you out a stand most fit, Where you may have such vantage on the duke,