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324 Nips youth i' the head, and follies doth emmew, As faulcon doth the fowl—is yet a devil. Claudio The princely Angelo? Isabella. Oh, 'tis the cunning livery of hell, The damned'st body to invest and cover In princely guards! Dost thou think, Claudio, If I would yield him my virginity, Thou might'st be freed? Claudio. Oh, heavens! it cannot be. Isabella. Yes, he would give it thee, for this rank offence, So to offend him still: this night's the time That I should do what I abhor to name, Or else thou dy'st to-morrow. Claudio. Thou shalt not do't. Isabella. Oh, were it but my life, I'd throw it down for your deliverance As frankly as a pin. Claudio. Thanks, dear Isabel. Isabella. Be ready, Claudio, for your death to-morrow Claudio. Yes.—Has he affections in him, That thus can make him bite the law by the nose? When he would force it, sure it is no sin; Or of the deadly seven it is the least. Isabella. Which is the least? Claudio. If it were damnable, he, being so wise, Why would he for the momentary trick Be perdurably fin'd? Oh, Isabel! Isabella. What says my brother? Claudio. Death is a fearful thing. Isabella. And shamed life a hateful. Claudio. Aye, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot; This sensible warm, motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit