Page 1192 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

ISABELLA

And is this all?
Then, O you blessed ministers above,
Keep me in patience, and with ripen’d time

Unfold the evil which is here wrapt up [120]
In countenance! Heaven shield your Grace from woe,
As I, thus wrong’d, hence unbelieved go.

DUKE
I know you’d fain be gone. An officer!
To prison with her!

[Isabella is placed under guard.]
Shall we thus permit
A blasting and a scandalous breath to fall [125]
On him so near us? This needs must be a practice.

Who knew of your intent and coming hither?

ISABELLA
One that I would were here, Friar Lodowick.
[Exit guarded.]

DUKE
A ghostly father, belike. − Who knows that Lodowick?

LUCIO
My lord, I know him. ’Tis a meddling friar; [130]
I do not like the man; had he been lay, my lord,

For certain words he spake against your Grace
In your retirement, I had swing’d him soundly.

DUKE
Words against me! This’ a good friar belike.
And to set on this wretched woman here [135]

Against our substitute! Let this friar be found.

LUCIO
But yesternight, my lord, she and that friar,