Page 1179 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

DUKE

It is no other. Show your wisdom, daughter, [115]
In your close patience.

ISABELLA
O, I will to him and pluck out his eyes!

DUKE
You shall not be admitted to his sight.

ISABELLA
Unhappy Claudio! wretched Isabel!

Injurious world! most damned Angelo! [120]

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 tomorrow; − nay, dry your eyes − [125]
One of our covent, 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 [130]
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,
And general honour.

ISABELLA
I am directed by you.

DUKE
This letter then to Friar Peter give; [135]

’Tis that he sent me of the Duke’s return.
Say, by this token I desire his company