Your fafety manifested. Prov. I am your free dependant. Duke. Quick, dispatch, and fend the head to Angelo. Now will I write letters to Angelo [Exit Provoft The provoft, he fhall bear them-whofe contents To meet me at the confecrated fount, Re-enter Provaft. Prov. Here is the head; I'll carry it myself. Duke. Convenient is it: Make a fwift return; For I would commune with you of fuch things, That want no ear but yours. Prov. I'll make all speed. Ifab. [Within.] Peace, ho, be here! [Exit. Duke. The tongue of Ifabel!-She's come to know, If yet her brother's pardon be come hither: But I will keep her ignorant of her good, To make her heavenly comforts of despair, When it is least expected. Enter ISABELLA. Ifab. Ho, by your leave. Duke. Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter. Ifab. The better, given me by fo holy a man. Hath yet the deputy fent my brother's pardon? Duke. Duke. He hath releas'd him, Ifabel, from the His head is off, and fent to Angelo. Ifab. Nay, but it is not fo. Duke. It is no other: [world: Shew your wisdom, daughter, in your close patience. Ifab. Oh, I will to him, and pluck out his eyes. Duke. You fhall not be admitted to his fight. Ifab. Unhappy Claudio! Wretched Ifabel! Injurious world! Moft damned Angelo! Dule. This nor hurts him, nor profits you a jot: Forbear it therefore; give your caufe to heaven. Mark, what I fay; which you shall find By every fyllable, a faithful verity: The duke comes home to-morrow :-nay, dry your One of our convent, and his confeffor, [eyes; Gives me this inftance: already he hath carry'd Notice to Efcalus and Angelo; Who do prepare to meet him at the gates, wifdom In that good path, that I would wish it go; Ifab. I am directed by you. Duke. This letter then to friar Peter give; 'Tis that he fent me of the duke's return; Say, by this token, I defire his company At Mariana's houfe to-night. Her cause, and yours, I'll perfect him withal; and he thall bring you Before the duke; and to the head of Angelo Accufe him home, and home. For my poor felf, I am combined by a facred vow, And fhall be abfent. Wend you with this letter: G 2 Command Command thefe fretting waters from your eyes Lucio. Good even! Friar, where is the provoft? Lucio. Oh, pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine heart, to fee thy eyes fo red: thou must be patient; I am fain to dine and fup with water and bran; I dare not for my head fill my belly; one fruitful meal would fet me to't: But they fay 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 liv'd. [Exit ISABELLA. Duke. Sir, the duke is marvellous little beholden to your report; but the beft is, he lives not in them. Lucio. Friar, thou knowest not the duke fo well as I do he's a better woodman than thou tak't 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, fir, 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 fuch a thing? Lucio. Yes, marry, did I: but I was fain to for fwear fwear it they would elfe have marry'd me to the rotten medlar. Duke. Sir, your company is fairer than honeft: 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 fhall ftick. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Changes to the Palace. Enter ANGELO, and ESCALUS. Efcal. Every letter he hath writ hath difvouch'd other. Ang. In moft uneven and distracted manner. His actions fhew much like to madnefs; pray heaven, his wisdom be not tainted! And why meet him at the gates, and re-deliver our authorities there? Efcal. I guess not. Ang. And why should we proclaim it in an hour before his entering, that, if any crave redress of injuftice, they fhould exhibit their petitions in the Atreet? Efcal. He fhews his reafon for that: to have a dispatch of complaints; and to deliver us from devices hereafter, which fhall then have no power to stand against us. Ang. Well; I befeech you, let it be proclaim'd: Betimes i' the morn, I'll call you at your houfe Give notice to fuch men of fort and suit, As are to meet him. Efcal. I fhall, fir; fare you well. Ang. Good night [Exit. And This deed unfhapes me quite, makes me unpregnant, G 3 And dull to all proceedings. A deflower'd maid! That no particular fcandal once can touch, With ranfom of fuch fhame. 'Would yet he had liv'd! [Exit. SCENE V. Changes to the Fields without the Town. Enter Duke in his own habit, and Friar Peter. [Giving letters. Peter. It fhall be speeded well. [Exit Friar. Enter |