Mar.
O! Mariana! Sleep has fled thy Eyes,
And broken slumbers scarce refresh thy Spirits
Since Angelo is false. I wonder what Affairs
My holy Confessor can have with me
Thus late at Night! yet I with ease may wait him.
To amuse my Sorrows let me hear that Song. The Maid Sings.
SONG.
Take Oh! 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. Enter Duke and Fryer.

Mar.
Break off thy Song, and hast thee quick away;
Here comes a Man of Comfort, whose Advice
Has often still'd my brawling discontents.
I cry you Mercy, and cou'd wish you had not
Found me here so Musical, it sooth'd my Griefs,
But bred no Mirth.

Duke.
Musick, my good Daughter,
Has power to soften Woe, refresh the Mind,
And make it fit for its more strenuous Duties.
Has any yet since Night enquir'd for us?

Mar.
None, my holy Father. Enter Isabella.

Duke.
Oh, here she comes!
This Virtuous Maid fair Mariana brings,
Such wholesom means to cure your wounded Mind
That will secure your fickle Angelo.

Mar.
What happy Sounds are these? [they Embrace.

Duke.
Inform her Isabella of the Matter. They seem to Whisper.
O! Place and Greatness! Millions of false Eyes
Are stuck upon thee; Volums of Report,
Run with their false and most contrarious Censures
Upon thy Actions; thousand games of Wit,

Make thee the Father of their idle Dreams,
And rack thee in their Fancies.

Fryer.
True my Lord,
But seldom reach or ought affect this Greatness;
Men bark at Grandeur, but 'tis at a distance,
As Dogs do at the Moon—she hears it not;
Goes on her Round and peaceful Race of Glory,
Untouch'd by all their little Malice.

Duke.
Well!
Mariana, how do you tast these means?

Mar.
With Joy if you advise it.

Duke.
'Tis not only
My Counsel, but Intreaty; but kind Isabel,
What have you here within this Cabinet?

Isa.
This Cabinet, with all it holds is yours. [To Mariana.
For you are his, and tho' he gave it me
With foul intent; yet, I as yours, receiv'd it.
And as a proof most certain of his Guilt

Duke.
But as to time and place?

Isa.
Within this Hour, and in the Royal Grotto.
This Key conducts you Madam, 'twill be dark,
Let not your stay be long; but say your Maid
Waits for you at the Gate, who does believe
You come about your Brother; remember that.

Mar.
I shall—fear not your Brother.—

Duke.
And gentle Daughter, be not you affraid,
He is your Husband, and it is no Sin
To bring you thus together; the deceit
In that is Justify'd, then quickly go
And reap the Harvest that your Friends have sow'd. [Exeunt Omnes.

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