Page 1178 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Convenient is it. Make a swift return; [100]
For I would commune with you of such things
That want no ear but yours.

PROVOST
I’ll make all speed.
Exit.

ISABELLA
[within]
Peace, hoa, be here!

DUKE
The tongue of Isabel. She’s come to know
If yet her brother’s pardon be come hither; [105]

But I will keep her ignorant of her good,
To make her heavenly comforts of despair
When it is least expected.

Enter Isabella.

ISABELLA
Hoa, by your leave!

DUKE
Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.

ISABELLA

The better, given me by so holy a man. [110]
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.

ISABELLA
Nay, but it is not so!