Thanks, [dear] Isabel.
Isab. Be ready, Claudio, for your death to-morrow.
105 Claud. Yes. Has [he] affections in him,
That thus can make him bite the law by the nose,
When he would force it? Sure, it is no sin;
Or of the deadly seven it is the least.
Isab. Which is the least?
110 Claud. If it were damnable, he being so wise,
[Why] would he for the momentary trick
Be perdurably fined?—O Isabel!