Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love
Must needs appear offence.
Enter Isabella.
30 How now, fair maid?
[Isab.] I am come to know your pleasure.
Ang. That you might know it, would much better please me
Than to [demand] what ’tis. [Your brother] cannot live.
Isab. Even so.—Heaven keep [your honour]!
35 Ang. Yet may he live awhile; and, it may be,
As long as you or I: yet he must die.