100 My sisterly remorse confutes mine honour,
And I did yield to him: but the next morn betimes,
His purpose surfeiting, he sends a warrant
For my poor brother's head.
Duke.
This is most likely!
Isab. O, that it were as like as it is true!
105 Duke. By heaven, fond wretch, thou know'st not what thou speak'st,
Or else thou ar