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MARIANA.
Good Friar, I know you do, and have found it.
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DUKE.
Take then this your companion by the hand
Who hath a story ready for your ear:
I shall attend your leisure, but make haste,
The vaporous night approaches.
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MARIANA.
Will't please you walk aside.
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DUKE.
O place and greatness: millions of false eyes
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.
Welcome, how agreed?
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ISABELLA.
She'll take the enterprise upon her, father,
If you advise it.
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DUKE.
It is not my consent,
But my entreaty too.
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ISABELLA.
Little have you to say
When you depart from him, but, soft and low,
Remember now my brother.
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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.
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