And I did yield to him: [but the] next morn betimes,
His purpose [surfeiting], he sends a warrant
For my poor brother’s head.
Duke.
This is most likely!
Isab. O, that it were as like as it is true!
105 Duke. By heaven, fond wretch, thou know’st not what thou speak’st,
Or else thou art suborn’d against his honour
In hateful practice. [First], his integrity
Stands without blemish. [Next], it imports no reason