Mari. Good friar, I know you do, and [have] found it.
Duke. Take, then, this your companion by the hand,
Who hath a story ready for your ear.
55 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