Isab. Why, ‘her unhappy brother’? let me ask
The rather, for I now must make you know
I am that Isabella and his sister.
Lucio. Gentle and fair, your brother kindly greets you:
I. 4.
25 Not to be weary with you, he’s in prison.
Isab. Woe me! for what?
Lucio. [For that which], if myself might be his judge,
He should receive his punishment in thanks:
He hath got his friend with child.
Isab. Sir,[ make me not your story].