Isab.
[Ho, ]by your leave!
Duke. Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.
Isab. The better, given me by so holy a man.
110 Hath yet the Deputy sent my brother’s pardon?
Duke. He hath released him, Isabel, from the world:
His head is off, and sent to Angelo.
[Isab.] Nay, but it is not so.
[Duke.] It is no other: show [your wisdom], daughter,
115 In your [close] patience.