O, fie, fie, fie!
Thy sin’s not accidental, but a trade.
Mercy to thee would prove itself a bawd:
’Tis best that thou diest quickly.
Claud.
O, hear me, Isabella!
[Re-enter Duke.]
Duke. Vouchsafe a word, young sister, but one word.
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150 Isab. What is your will?
Duke. Might you dispense with your leisure, I would by and by have some speech with you: the satisfaction I would require is likewise your own benefit.