MARIAN A.

Mariana. Break off thy song, and haste thee quick away;

Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice

Hath often still'd my brawling discontent.

Enter DUKE.

I

cry you mercy, sir; and well could wish You had not found me here so musical:

Let me excuse me, and believe me so,

My mirth it much displeas'd, but pleas'd my woe.

Duke. 'Tis good: though music oft hath such a charm, 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 promis'd here to meet. Mariana. You have not been inquired after I have sat here all day.

Enter ISABELLA.

Duke. 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. Mariana. I am always bound to you.

[Exit.

MEASURE FOR MEASURE.-Act IV. Scene 1.