Act IV, Scene i
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[MARIANA discovered sitting; a Boy singing.]
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| Take, O, take those lips away, | |
| That so sweetly were forsworn; | |
| And those eyes, the break of day, | |
| Lights that do mislead the morn: | |
| But my kisses bring again | |
| Bring again; | |
| Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, | |
| Sealed in vain. | |
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| | MARIANA.: | |
| | Break off thy song, and haste thee quick away; | |
| | Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice | |
| | Hath often still'd my brawling discontent.— | |
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[Exit BOY.]
[Enter DUKE.]
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| | I cry you mercy, sir; and well could wish | |
| | You had not found me here so musical: | |
| | Let me excuse me, and believe me so, | |
| | My mirth it much displeas'd, but pleas'd my woe. | |
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| | DUKE.: | |
| | 'Tis good: though music oft hath such a charm | |
| | To make bad good and good provoke to harm. | |
| | I pray you ,tell me hath anybody inquired for me here to-day? | |
| | much upon this time have I promised here to meet. | |
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| | MARIANA.: | |
| | You have not been inquired after: I have sat here all day. | |
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| | DUKE.: | |
| | I do constantly believe you.—The time is come even now. I shall | |
| | crave your forbearance a little: may be I will call upon you anon, | |
| | for some advantage to yourself. | |
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| | MARIANA.: | |
| | I am always bound to you. | |
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| | DUKE.: | |
| | Very well met, and welcome. | |
| | What is the news from this good deputy? | |
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| | ISABELLA.: | |
| | He hath a garden circummur'd with brick, | |
| | Whose western side is with a vineyard back'd; | |
| | And to that vineyard is a planched gate | |
| | That makes his opening with this bigger key: | |
| | This other doth command a little door | |
| | Which from the vineyard to the garden leads; | |
| | There have I made my promise to call on him | |
| | Upon the heavy middle of the night. | |
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| | DUKE.: | |
| | But shall you on your knowledge find this way? | |
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| | ISABELLA.: | |
| | I have ta'en a due and wary note upon't; | |
| | With whispering and most guilty diligence, | |
| | In action all of precept, he did show me | |
| | The way twice o'er. | |
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| | DUKE.: | |
| | Are there no other tokens | |
| | Between you 'greed concerning her observance? | |
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| | ISABELLA.: | |
| | No, none, but only a repair i' the dark; | |
| | And that I have possess'd him my most stay | |
| | Can be but brief: for I have made him know | |
| | I have a servant comes with me along, | |
| | That stays upon me; whose persuasion is | |
| | I come about my brother. | |
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| | DUKE.: | |
| | 'Tis well borne up. | |
| | I have not yet made known to Mariana | |
| | A word of this.—What ho, within! come forth. | |
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| | I pray you be acquainted with this maid; | |
| | She comes to do you good. | |
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| | ISABELLA.: | |
| | I do desire the like. | |
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| | DUKE.: | |
| | Do you persuade yourself that I respect you? | |
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| | MARIANA.: | |
| | Good friar, I know you do, and have found it. | |
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| | DUKE.: | |
| | Take, then, this your companion by the hand, | |
| | Who hath a story ready for your ear: | |
| | I shall attend your leisure; but make haste; | |
| | The vaporous night approaches. | |
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| | MARIANA.: | |
| | Will't please you walk aside? | |
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[Exeunt MARIANA and ISABELLA.]
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| | DUKE.: | |
| | O place and greatness, millions of false eyes | |
| | Are stuck upon thee! volumes of report | |
| | Run with these false, and most contrarious quest | |
| | Upon thy doings! Thousand 'scapes of wit | |
| | Make thee the father of their idle dream, | |
| | And rack thee in their fancies!—Welcome! how agreed? | |
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[Re-enter MARIANA and ISABELLA.]
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| | ISABELLA.: | |
| | She'll take the enterprise upon her, father, | |
| | If you advise it. | |
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| | DUKE.: | |
| | It is not my consent, | |
| | But my entreaty too. | |
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| | ISABELLA.: | |
| | Little have you to say, | |
| | When you depart from him, but, soft and low, | |
| | 'Remember now my brother.' | |
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| | DUKE.: | |
| | Nor, gentle daughter, fear you not at all; | |
| | He is your husband on a pre-contract: | |
| | To bring you thus together 'tis no sin, | |
| | Sith that the justice of your title to him | |
| | Doth flourish the deceit. Come, let us go; | |
| | Our corn's to reap, for yet our tithe's to sow. | |
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