DUKE.
It lies much in your holding up. Haste you speedily to Angelo; if for this night he entreat you to his bed, give him promise of satisfaction. I will presently to Saint Luke’s; there at the moated grange resides this dejected Mariana. At that place call upon me; and dispatch with Angelo, that it may be quickly.
ISABELLA.
I thank you for this comfort. Fare you well, good father.
[Exit Isabella.]
SCENE II. The street before the prison.
Enter Elbow, Pompey and Officers.
ELBOW.
Nay, if there be no remedy for it, but that you will needs buy and sell men and women like beasts, we shall have all the world drink brown and white bastard.
DUKE.
O heavens, what stuff is here?
POMPEY.
’Twas never merry world since, of two usuries, the merriest was put down, and the worser allowed by order of law a furred gown to keep him warm; and furred with fox on lambskins too, to signify that craft, being richer than innocency, stands for the facing.
ELBOW.
Come your way, sir.—Bless you, good father friar.
DUKE.
And you, good brother father. What offence hath this man made you, sir?