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At Mariana’s house tonight. Her cause and yours
I’ll perfect him withal, and he shall bring you
Before the Duke; and to the head of Angelo [140]
Accuse him home and home. For my poor self,

I am combined by a sacred vow,
And shall be absent. Wend you with this letter.
Command these fretting waters from your eyes
With a light heart; trust not my holy order, [145]

If I pervert your course. − Who’s here?

Enter Lucio.

LUCIO
Good even.
Friar, where’s the Provost?

DUKE
Not within, sir.

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 [150] head fill my belly: one fruitful meal would set me to’t. − But they
say the Duke will be here tomorrow. By my troth, Isabel, I loved thy brother;
if the old fantastical duke of dark corners had been at home, he had lived.

[Exit Isabella.]

DUKE
Sir, the Duke is marvellous little beholding to your [155] 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 tak’st him for.

DUKE

Well! you’ll answer this one day. Fare ye well.