Claudio. Oh, heavens! it cannot be.
Isabella. Yes, he would give it thee, for this rank offence,
So to offend him still: this night’s the time
That I should do what I abhor to name,
Or else thou dy’st to-morrow.
Claudio. Thou shalt not do’t.
Isabella. Oh, were it but my life,
I’d throw it down for your deliverance
As frankly as a pin.
Claudio. Thanks, dear Isabel.