With a light heart; trust not my holy order,
145 If I pervert your course.—[Who’s] here?
[Enter Lucio.]
Lucio. Good even. Friar, where’s the provost?
Duke. Not within, sir.
Lucio. O pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine heart to see thine eyes so red: thou must be patient. I am fain IV. 3
150 to dine and sup with water and bran; I dare not for my head fill my belly; one fruitful meal would set me to’t. But they say the Duke will be here to-morrow. By my troth, Isabel, I loved thy brother: if the old fantastical Duke of dark corners had been at home, he had lived.
155 Duke. Sir, the Duke is marvellous little [beholding] to your reports; but the best is, he lives not in them.
Lucio. Friar, thou knowest not the Duke so well as I do: he’s a better woodman than thou takest him for.
Duke. Well, you’ll answer this one day. Fare ye well.