Duke. He hath releas'd him, Ifabel, from the world 3 His head is off, and fent to Angelo. Ifab. Nay, but it is not fo. Duke. It is no other: Shew your wisdom, daughter, in your clofe patience. Duke. This nor hurts him, nor profits you a jot: By every fyllable, a faithful verity: The duke comes home to-morrow;-nay dry your eyes; One of our convent, and his confeffor, Gives me this inftance: already he hath carry'd Notice to Efcalus 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, And general honour. 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 caufe, and yours, I am combined by a facred vow, And shall be abfent. & Wend you with this letter: Lucio. Good even! Enter Lucio. Friar, where is the provost? Lucio. Oh, pretty Ifabella, 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, Ifabel, I lov'd thy brother: if the old fantastical duke of dark corners had been at home, he had liv'd. h [Exit Ifabella. Duke. Sir, the duke is marvellous little beholden to your reports; but the best is, he lives not in them. Lucio. Friar, thou knoweft not the duke fo well as I do: he's a better woodman, than thou tak'st him for. k 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. f combined]-bound, obliged. & Wend]-Speed. hold fantaftical duke of dark corners]-who was fond of fecret affignations-old, only a word of aggravation in this, and fuch like ludicrous descriptions. "Then here will be old utis." HENRY IV, Part 2, A&t II, S. 4. 1 Draw. i he lives not in them.]—his character depends not on fuch vouchers. k woodman,]-fportfman. Duke. Lucio. Yes, marry, did I: but I was fain to forswear it; they would elfe have marry'd 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. m Efcal. Every letter he hath writ hath " difvouch'd other. Ang. In most uneven and distracted manner. His actions fhew much like to madness; 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 fhould we proclaim it an hour before his entring, that, if any crave redress of injuftice, they should exhibit their petitions in the street? 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 ftand 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 fuch men of "fort and suit, Ang. Good night. This deed unfhapes me quite, makes me unpregnant, And dull to all proceedings. A deflower'd maid! And by an eminent body, that enforc'd The law against it !-But that her tender fhame Will not proclaim against her maiden lofs, How might fhe tongue me! Yet reafon dares her-No: For my authority bears a credent bulk, That no particular scandal once can touch, But it confounds the breather. He fhould have liv'd, With ranfom of fuch fhame. Would yet he had liv'd! Nothing goes right; we would, and we would not. [Exit. ACT V. SCENE I. Changes to the Fields without the Town. Enter Duke in his own babit, and Friar Peter. Duke. These letters at fit time deliver me. [Giving letters. Though fometimes you do blench from this to that, unpregnant,]-unapt. Yet reafon dares her-No: &c.]-yet (you'll fay) reason will make her dare to do it-I think not, for my office invefts the bearer with fuch credit, as places him out of the reach of private flander. blench]-fly off, boggle, change the order of your tale. And And tell him, where I ftay: give the like notice Peter. It shall be speeded well. Enter Varrius. [Exit Friar. Duke. I thank thee, Varrius; thou haft made good haste : Come, we will walk : There's other of our friends Will greet us here anon, my gentle Varrius. SCENE II. Enter Ifabella and Mariana. Jab. To fpeak fo indirectly, I am loth; I would fay the truth; but to accuse him so, That is your part: yet I'm advis'd to do it; He fays, to 'vailful purpose. Mari. Be rul'd by him. [Exeunt. Ifab. Besides, he tells me, that, if peradventure I should not think it ftrange; for 'tis a phyfick, Mari. I would, friar Peter Ifab. Oh, peace; the friar is come. Enter Friar Peter. Peter. Come, I have found you out a stand most fit, Where you may have fuch vantage on the duke, He shall not pass you: Twice have the trumpets founded; The generous and gravest citizens $ Have 'hent the gates, and very near upon S To speak fo indirectly,]-To undertake a feigned character. poffeflion of. t [Exeunt. bent]-furrounded, seized, taken SCENE |