William Shakespeare: Measure for Measure, Act IV
Enter Mariana and a Boy
That so sweetly were forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:
But my kisses bring again, bring again;
Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain.
Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice
Hath often still'd my brawling discontent. [Exit Boy]
Enter Duke Vincentio disguised as before
You had not found me here so musical:
Let me excuse me, and believe me so,
My mirth it much displeased, but pleased my woe.
To make bad good, and good provoke to harm.
I pray, you, tell me, hath any body inquired for me here to-day? much upon this time have I promised here to meet.
I do constantly believe you. The time is come even now. I shall crave your forbearance a little: may be I will call upon you anon, for some advantage to yourself.
Whose western side is with a vineyard back'd;
And to that vineyard is a planched gate,
That makes his opening with this bigger key:
This other doth command a little door
Which from the vineyard to the garden leads;
There have I made my promise
Upon the heavy middle of the night
To call upon him.
With whispering and most guilty diligence,
In action all of precept, he did show me
The way twice o'er.
And that I have possess'd him my most stay
Can be but brief; for I have made him know
I have a servant comes with me along,
That stays upon me, whose persuasion is
I come about my brother.
I have not yet made known to Mariana
A word of this. What, ho! within! come forth!
She comes to do you good.
Who hath a story ready for your ear.
I shall attend your leisure: but make haste;
The vaporous night approaches.
Exeunt Mariana and Isabella
Are stuck upon thee: volumes of report
Run with these false and most contrarious quests
Upon thy doings: thousand escapes of wit
Make thee the father of their idle dreams
And rack thee in their fancies.
Re-enter Mariana and Isabella
When you depart from him, but, soft and low,
'Remember now my brother.'
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.