Cres. Me!
Not. Indeed. And already you are wanted in your office. The king is expected almost directly through the town; and, beside that, the captain who disturbed us all so yesterday has been brought back wounded—mortally, it is thought—but no one knows by whom.
Cres. (to himself). And so when I was meditating revenge, God himself puts the rod of justice into my hands! How shall I dare myself outrage the law when I am made its keeper? (Aloud.) Well, sir, I am very grateful to my fellow-townsmen for their confidence.
Not. They are even now assembled at the town-hall, to commit the wand to your hands; and indeed, as I said, want you instantly.
Cres. Come then.
Isab. Oh, my father!
Cres. Ay, who can now see that justice is done you. Courage! Come.
[Exeunt.