What's yet in this
That bears the name of life? Yet in this life
Lie hid more thousand deaths: yet death we fear,
That makes these odds all even.
CLAUDIO.
I humbly thank you.
To sue to live, I find I seek to die;
And, seeking death, find life. Let it come on.
ISABELLA.
[Within.] What, ho! Peace here; grace and good company!
PROVOST.
Who's there? come in: the wish deserves a welcome.
DUKE.
Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you again.
CLAUDIO.
Most holy sir, I thank you.
[Enter ISABELLA.]
ISABELLA.
My business is a word or two with Claudio.
PROVOST.
And very welcome. Look, signior, here's your sister.
DUKE.
Provost, a word with you.
PROVOST.
As many as you please.
DUKE.
Bring me to hear them speak, where I may be conceal'd.
[Exeunt DUKE and PROVOST.]
CLAUDIO.
Now, sister, what's the comfort?
ISABELLA.
Why,
As all comforts are; most good, most good, in deed:
Lord Angelo, having affairs to heaven,
Intends you for his swift ambassador,
Where you shall be an everlasting leiger:
Therefore, your best appointment make with speed;
To-morrow you set on.
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