Page 1129 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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SERVANT
One Isabel, a sister, desires access to you.
ANGELO
Teach her the way. [Exit Servant.] O heavens,
Why does my blood thus muster to my heart, [20]
Making both it unable for itself
And dispossessing all my other parts
Of necessary fitness?
So play the foolish throngs with one that swounds,
Come all to help him, and so stop the air [25]
By which he should revive; and even so
The general subject to a well-wish’d king
Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness
Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love
Must needs appear offence.
Enter Isabella.
How now, fair maid? [30]
ISABELLA
I am come to know your pleasure.
ANGELO
[aside]
That you might know it, would much better please me,
Than to demand what ’tis. − Your brother cannot live.
ISABELLA
Even so. Heaven keep your honour.
ANGELO
Yet may he live a while; and, it may be, [35]
As long as you or I; yet he must die.
ISABELLA
Under your sentence?
