To meet me at the consecrated fount, Re-enter Provost. Prov. Here is the head; I'll carry it myself. Duke. Convenient is it: Make a swift return; For I would commune with you of such things, That want no ear but yours. 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. It is no other: Show your wisdom, daughter, in your close pa tience. 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 Notice to Escalus and Angelo; Who do prepare to meet him at the gates, In that good path that I would wish it go; Isab. I am directed by you. And shall be absent. Wend2 you with this letter: 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 (2) Go. (1) Your heart's desire. 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, 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, 1 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 injus(1) Contradicted. tice, 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,1 As are to meet him. Escal. I shall, sir: fare you well. [Exit. Ang. Good night.— This deed unshapes me quite, makes me unpreg nant, And dull to all proceedings. A deflower'd maid! The law against it!-But that her tender shame For my authority bears a credent3 bulk, With ransom 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. The provost knows our purpose, and our plot. (1) Figure and rank. (2) Calls, challenges her to do it. (3) Credit unquestionable. (4) Utterer. The matter being afoot, keep your instruction, And bid them bring the trumpets to the gate; F. Peter. It shall be speeded well. Enter Varrius. [Exit Friar. 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. [Exe. SCENE VI.-Street near the city gate. Enter Isabella and Mariana. Isab. To speak so indirectly, I am loath; I would say the truth; but to accuse him so, That is your part: yet I'm advis'd to do it; He says, to veil full2 purpose. Mari. Be rul'd by him. Isab. Besides, he tells me, that, if peradventure He speak against me on the adverse side, I should not think it strange: for 'tis a physic, Mari. I would, friar Peter,- O, peace; the friar is come. Enter Friar Peter. F. Peter. Come, I have found you out a stand most fit, Where you may have such vantage3 on the duke, He shall not pass you: Twice have the trumpets sounded; The generous and gravest citizens (1) Start off. (2) Availful. (4) Most noble. (3) Advantage. |