• The city gate.
    MARIANA veiled, ISABELLA, and FRIAR PETER, at their stand. Enter DUKE VINCENTIO, VARRIUS, Lords, ANGELO, ESCALUS, LUCIO, Provost, Officers, and Citizens, at several doors

    DUKE VINCENTIO

    My very worthy cousin, fairly met!
    Our old and faithful friend, we are glad to see you.

    ANGELO, ESCALUS

    Happy return be to your royal grace!

    DUKE VINCENTIO

    Many and hearty thankings to you both.
    5We have made inquiry of you; and we hear
    Such goodness of your justice, that our soul
    Cannot but yield you forth to public thanks,
    Forerunning more requital.

    ANGELO

    You make my bonds still greater.

    DUKE VINCENTIO

    10O, your desert speaks loud; and I should wrong it,
    To lock it in the wards of covert bosom,
    When it deserves, with characters of brass,
    A forted residence ’gainst the tooth of time
    And razure of oblivion. Give me your hand,
    15And let the subject see, to make them know
    That outward courtesies would fain proclaim
    Favours that keep within. Come, Escalus,
    You must walk by us on our other hand;
    And good supporters are you.
    FRIAR PETER and ISABELLA come forward

    FRIAR PETER

    20Now is your time: speak loud and kneel before him.
  • The city gate.
    MARIANA wearing a veil, ISABELLA, and FRIAR PETER are at their stand. DUKE VINCENTIO, VARRIUS, lords, ANGELO, ESCALUS, LUCIO, the Provost, officers, and citizens enter from several directions.

    DUKE VINCENTIO

    (to Angelo) My fellow nobleman, welcome!
    (to Escalus) My faithful old friend, I’m glad to see you.

    ANGELO, ESCALUS

    Welcome home, your royal grace!

    DUKE VINCENTIO

    Many hearty thanks to you both. I’ve been asking about you, and I’ve heard such good things about your rule that I just had to thank you publicly, as a preview of more rewards to come.

    ANGELO

    You make my debt to you even greater.

    DUKE VINCENTIO

    Oh, you’re extremely worthy, and it’d be wrong of me to hide it in my heart, when it deserves to be written in brass letters, as on a monument, where time can’t erase it. Give me your hand, and let the people see, so they’ll know how proud I am to display my high regard for you. Come, Escalus, you must walk with me on my other side. You make a fine supporter.

    supporter

    in heraldry, one of the figures that holds up a shield (as in a coat of arms, for instance)

    FRIAR PETER and ISABELLA come forward.

    FRIAR PETER

    Now’s the time: speak up and kneel before him.