Page 1099 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

You do blaspheme the good, in mocking me.

LUCIO
Do not believe it. Fewness and truth; ’tis thus:
Your brother and his lover have embrac’d; [40]
As those that feed grow full, as blossoming time
That from the seedness the bare fallow brings

To teeming foison, even so her plenteous womb
Expresseth his full tilth and husbandry.

ISABELLA
Someone with child by him? My cousin Juliet? [45]

LUCIO
Is she your cousin?

ISABELLA
Adoptedly, as schoolmaids change their names

By vain though apt affection.

LUCIO
She it is.

ISABELLA
O, let him marry her!

LUCIO
This is the point.
The Duke is very strangely gone from hence; [50]
Bore many gentlemen − myself being one −

In hand, and hope of action: but we do learn,
By those that know the very nerves of state,
His giving out were of an infinite distance

From his true-meant design. Upon his place, [55]
And with full line of his authority,
Governs Lord Angelo; a man whose blood
Is very snow-broth; one who never feels