| ACT IV SCENE I | The moated grange at ST. LUKE's. | |
| | Enter MARIANA 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: | 5 |
| | But my kisses bring again, bring again; | |
| | Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain. | |
| 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. | 10 |
| | Exit Boy | |
| | Enter DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as before | |
| | 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 displeased, but pleased my woe. | |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | 'Tis good; though music oft hath such a charm | 15 |
| | To make bad good, and good provoke to harm. | |
| | I pray, you, tell me, hath any body inquired | |
| | for me here to-day? much upon this time have | |
| | I promised here to meet. | |
| MARIANA | You have not been inquired after: | 20 |
| | I have sat here all day. | |
| | Enter ISABELLA | |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | 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. | |
| MARIANA | I am always bound to you. | 25 |
| | Exit | |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | Very well met, and well come. | |
| | What is the news from this good deputy? | |
| ISABELLA | He hath a garden circummured with brick, | |
| | Whose western side is with a vineyard back'd; | |
| | And to that vineyard is a planched gate, | 30 |
| | 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 | 35 |
| | To call upon him. | |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | But shall you on your knowledge find this way? | |
| 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 | 40 |
| | The way twice o'er. | |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | Are there no other tokens | |
| | Between you 'greed concerning her observance? | |
| ISABELLA | No, none, but only a repair i' the dark; | |
| | And that I have possess'd him my most stay | 45 |
| | 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 VINCENTIO | 'Tis well borne up. | 50 |
| | I have not yet made known to Mariana | |
| | A word of this. What, ho! within! come forth! | |
| | Re-enter MARIANA | |
| | I pray you, be acquainted with this maid; | |
| | She comes to do you good. | |
| ISABELLA | I do desire the like. | 55 |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | Do you persuade yourself that I respect you? | |
| MARIANA | Good friar, I know you do, and have found it. | |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | Take, then, this your companion by the hand, | |
| | Who hath a story ready for your ear. | |
| | I shall attend your leisure: but make haste; | 60 |
| | The vaporous night approaches. | |
| MARIANA | Will't please you walk aside? | |
| | Exeunt MARIANA and ISABELLA | |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | O place and greatness! millions of false eyes | |
| | Are stuck upon thee: volumes of report | |
| | Run with these false and most contrarious quests | 65 |
| | Upon thy doings: thousand escapes of wit | |
| | Make thee the father of their idle dreams | |
| | And rack thee in their fancies. | |
| | Re-enter MARIANA and ISABELLA | |
| | Welcome, how agreed? | |
| ISABELLA | She'll take the enterprise upon her, father, | 70 |
| | If you advise it. | |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | It is not my consent, | |
| | But my entreaty too. | |
| ISABELLA | Little have you to say | |
| | When you depart from him, but, soft and low, | 75 |
| | 'Remember now my brother.' | |
| MARIANA | Fear me not. | |
| DUKE VINCENTIO | Nor, gentle daughter, fear you not at all. | |
| | He is your husband on a pre-contract: | |
| | To bring you thus together, 'tis no sin, | 80 |
| | 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. | |
| | Exeunt | |