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William Aldis Wright [1863–1866], The works of William Shakespeare edited by William George Clark... and John Glover [and William Aldis Wright] (Macmillan and Co., London) [word count] [S10701].
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Scene I. The moated grange at St Luke's. Enter Mariana note and a Boy.


Boy sings.
Take, O, take those lips away,
  That so sweetly were forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of day,
  Lights that do mislead the morn: note
But my kisses bring again, bring again;
Seals of love, but note sealed in vain, sealed in vain.

Mari.
Break off thy song, and haste thee quick away:
Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice
Hath often still'd my brawling discontent. [Exit Boy. Enter Duke disguised as before.
I cry you mercy, sir; and well could wish

-- 352 --


You had not found me here so musical:
Let me excuse me, and believe me so,
My mirth it note much displeased, but pleased my woe.

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 any body inquired for me here today? much upon this time have I promised here to meet note.

Mari.

You have not been inquired after: I have sat here all day.

Enter Isabella. note

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.

Mari.

I am always bound to you.

[Exit. note

Duke.
Very well met, and well come note.
What is the news from this good Deputy?

Isab.
He hath a garden circummured 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
Upon the heavy middle of the night
To call upon him. note

Duke.
But shall you on your knowledge find this way?

Isab.
I have ta'en a due and wary note upon't:

-- 353 --


With whispering and most guilty diligence,
In action all of precept note, he did show me
The way twice o'er.

Duke.
Are there no other tokens
Between you 'greed concerning her observance?

Isab.
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.

Duke.
'Tis well borne up.
I have not yet made known to Mariana
A word of this. What, ho! within! come forth! note Re-enter Mariana.
I pray you, be acquainted with this maid;
She comes to do you good.

Isab.
I do desire the like.

Duke.
Do you persuade yourself that I respect you?

Mari.
Good friar, I know you do, and have note found it.

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.

Mari.
Will't please you walk aside?
[Exeunt Mariana and Isabella.

Duke.
O place and greatness, millions of false eyes
Are stuck upon thee! volumes of report
Run with these note false and most contrarious quests note
Upon thy doings! thousand escapes note of wit
Make thee the father of their idle dreams note,
And rack thee in their fancies note!

-- 354 --

Re-enter Mariana and Isabella.
Welcome, how agreed? note note

Isab.
She'll take the enterprise upon her, father,
If you advise it.

Duke.
It is note not my consent,
But my entreaty too.

Isab.
Little have you to say
When you depart from him, but, soft and low,
‘Remember now my brother.’

Mari.
Fear me not.

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 note to sow note.
[Exeunt. note

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William Aldis Wright [1863–1866], The works of William Shakespeare edited by William George Clark... and John Glover [and William Aldis Wright] (Macmillan and Co., London) [word count] [S10701].
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