DUKE.
The tongue of Isabel. She’s come to know
If yet her brother’s pardon be come hither.
But I will keep her ignorant of her good,
To make her heavenly comforts of despair
When it is least expected.
Enter Isabella.
ISABELLA.
Ho, by your leave!
DUKE.
Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.
ISABELLA.
The better, given me by so holy a man.
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.
ISABELLA.
Nay, but it is not so.
DUKE.
It is no other.
Show your wisdom, daughter, in your close patience.
ISABELLA.
O, I will to him and pluck out his eyes!
DUKE.
You shall not be admitted to his sight.