10 To lock it in the wards of covert bosom,

When it deserves, with characters of brass,

A forted residence ’gainst the tooth of time

And razure of oblivion. Give [me] your hand,

And let the [subject] see, to make them know

15 That outward courtesies would fain proclaim

Favours that keep within. Come, Escalus;

You must walk by us on our other hand:

And good supporters are you.

[Friar Peter and Isabella come forward].