Lucio. Do not believe it. Fewness and truth, ’tis thus:—
40 Your brother and his lover [have] embraced:
As those that feed grow full,—as blossoming time,
That from the [seedness] the bare fallow [brings]
To teeming foison,—even so her plenteous womb
Expresseth [his] full tilth and husbandry.
45 Isab. Some one with child by him?—My cousin Juliet?
Lucio. Is she your cousin?
Isab. Adoptedly; as school-maids change their names
By vain, though apt, affection.