Lucio. Within two hours. [Exeunt. Duke. N Enter Duke and Friar Thomas. Fri. May your Grace speak of it? Duke. My holy Sir, none better knows than you And held in idle price to haunt affemblies, (A man of stricture and firm abftinence) 4 Duke. We have ftrict ftatutes and moft biting laws, (The needful bits and curbs for head-ftrong + 'fteeds)` Which for this nineteen years we have let 'fleep;` Even like an o'er-grown lion in a cave, That goes not out to prey: now, as fond fathers For For terror, not to ufe; in time the rod Fri. It refted in your Grace T'unloose this ty'd-up juftice, when you pleas'd: Duke. I fear, too dreadful. Sith 'twas my fault to give the people scope,' Who may in th' ambush of my name ftrike home, ? 'To do it flander: To` behold his sway, Like a true Friar. More reasons for this action That his blood flows, or that his appetite Is more to bread than ftone: hence fhall we fee, If power change purpose, what our feemers be. [Exeunt. 7 So do in flander: And to SCENE X 3 Isab. AN Enter Ifabella and Francifca. ND have you Nuns no farther privileges? Upon the fifter votarifts of Saint Clare. Lucio within. Lucio. Hoa! peace be in this place! Nun. It is a man's voice: gentle Isabella, Turn you the key, and know his bufinefs of him You may; I may not; you are yet unfworn: When you have vow'd, you must not speak with men But in the prefence of the Priorefs; Then if you speak, you must not fhew your face, [Exit Franc. Ifab. Peace and profperity! who is't that calls? Enter Lucio. Lucio. Hail, virgin, if you be, as thofe cheek-rofes A novice of this place, and the fair fifter To her unhappy brother Claudio? Ifab. Why her unhappy brother? let me ask The rather, for I now muft make you know I am that Ifabella, and his fifter. Lucio. Gentle and fair, your brother kindly greets you; Not to be weary with you, he's in prison. Isab Ifab. Wo me, for what? Lucio. For that, which, if my felf might be his judge, He should receive his punishment in thanks; He hath got his friend with child. Ifab. Sir, make me not your ftory. Lucio. I would not, tho' 'tis my familiar fin As with a faint. Ifab. You do blafpheme the good, in mocking me. Lucio. Do not believe it. Fewness and truth, 'tis thus; Your brother and his lover having embrac'd, As those that feed grow full, as bloffoming time Ijab. Some one with child by him? my coufin Juliet? Ijab. Adoptedly, as fchool-maids change their names, By vain, tho' apt, affection. Lucio. She it is. Ifab. Let him then marry her. The Duke is very strangely gone from hence; X 4 The (a) The Lapwings fly with feeming fright and anxiety far from their nefts to deceive thofe who feek their young. 8 That from the feed nefs the bare fallow brings 9 his The wanton ftings and motions of the fenfe; Which have long time run by the hideous law Of bufinefs betwixt you and your poor brother, Lucio. H'as cenfur'd him I Already, and, I hear, the provoft hath Ifab. Alas! what poor ability's in me To do him good? Lucio. Affay the power you have, Lucio. Our doubts are traitors, And make us lofe the good we oft might win, As they themselves would owe them. Ifab. I will about it strait; No longer staying, but to give the mother I and, as I hear, [Exeunt. ACT |