[Exeunt Mariana and Isabella.]
DUKE.
O place and greatness, millions of false eyes
Are stuck upon thee; volumes of report
Run with these false, and most contrarious quest
Upon thy doings; thousand escapes of wit
Make thee the father of their idle dream
And rack thee in their fancies.
Enter Mariana and Isabella.
Welcome; how agreed?
ISABELLA.
She’ll take the enterprise upon her, father,
If you advise it.
DUKE.
It is not my consent,
But my entreaty too.
ISABELLA.
Little have you to say
When you depart from him, but, soft and low,
“Remember now my brother.”
MARIANA.
Fear me not.
DUKE.
Nor, gentle daughter, fear you not at all.
He is your husband on a pre-contract.
To bring you thus together ’tis no sin,
Sith that the justice of your title to him
Doth flourish the deceit. Come, let us go;
Our corn’s to reap, for yet our tithe’s to sow.
[Exeunt.]