[Exit Provost.]
Now will I write letters to Angelo,
The Provost, he shall bear them, whose contents
Shall witness to him I am near at home;
And that by great injunctions I am bound
To enter publicly. Him I’ll desire
To meet me at the consecrated fount,
A league below the city; and from thence,
By cold gradation and well-balanced form.
We shall proceed with Angelo.
Enter Provost.
PROVOST.
Here is the head; I’ll carry it myself.
DUKE.
Convenient is it. Make a swift return;
For I would commune with you of such things
That want no ear but yours.
PROVOST.
I’ll make all speed.
[Exit.]
ISABELLA.
[Within.] Peace, ho, be here!
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.