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Die, perish! Might but my bending down [145]
Reprieve thee from thy fate, it should proceed.
I’ll pray a thousand prayers for thy death;
No word to save thee.
CLAUDIO
Nay hear me, Isabel.
ISABELLA
O fie, fie, fie!
Thy sin’s not accidental, but a trade; [150]
Mercy to thee would prove itself a bawd;
’Tis best that thou diest quickly.
[Going.]
CLAUDIO
O hear me, Isabella.
DUKE
[advancing]
Vouchsafe a word, young sister, but one word.
ISABELLA
What is your will?
DUKE
Might you dispense with your leisure, I would by [155] and by have some
speech with you: the satisfaction I would require is likewise your own benefit.
ISABELLA
I have no superfluous leisure; my stay must be stolen out of other affairs: but
I will attend you a while.
[Waits behind.]
DUKE
Son, I have overheard what hath passed between [160] you and your sister.
Angelo had never the purpose to corrupt her; only he hath made an assay of
