As Isabel entered the room where Claudio was confined, she said, “Peace be here, Grace, and good company!” “Who is there?” said the disguised duke:  “come in; the wish deserves a welcome.”  “My business is a word or two with Claudio,” said Isabel.  Then the duke left them together, and desired the provost, who had the charge of the prisoners, to place him where he might overhear their conversation.

“Now, sister, what is the comfort?” said Claudio.  Isabel told him he must prepare for death on the morrow.  “Is there no remedy?” said Claudio.  “Yes, brother,” replied Isabel, “there is; but such a one, as if you consented to it would strip your honour from you, and leave you naked.”  “Let me know the point,” said Claudio.  “O, I do fear you, Claudio!” replied his sister; “and I quake, lest you should wish to live, and more respect the trifling term of six or seven winters added to your life, than your perpetual honour!  Do you dare to die?  The sense of death is most in apprehension, and the poor beetle that we tread upon, feels a pang as great as when a giant dies.”  “Why do you give me this shame?” said Claudio.  “Think you I can fetch a resolution from flowery tenderness?  If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in my arms.”  “There spoke my brother,” said Isabel; “there my father’s grave did utter forth a voice.  Yes, you must die; yet, would you think it, Claudio! this outward-sainted deputy, if I would yield to him my virgin honour, would grant your life.  O, were it but my life, I would lay it down for your deliverance as frankly as a pin!” “Thanks, dear Isabel!” said Claudio.  “Be ready to die to-morrow,” said Isabel.  “Death is a fearful thing,” said Claudio.  “And shamed life a hateful,” replied his sister.  But the thoughts of death now overcame the constancy of Claudio’s temper, and terrors, such as the guilty only at their deaths do know, assailing him, he cried out, “Sweet sister, let me live!  The sin you do to save a brother’s life, nature dispenses with the deed so far, that it becomes a virtue.”  “O faithless coward!  O dishonest wretch!” said Isabel:  “would you preserve your life by your sister’s shame?  O fie, fie, fie!  I thought, my brother, you had in you such a mind of honour, that had you twenty heads to render up on twenty blocks, you would have yielded them up all, before your sister should stoop to such dishonour.”  “Nay, hear me, Isabel!” said Claudio.  But what he would have said in defence of his weakness, in desiring to live by the dishonour of his virtuous sister, was interrupted by the entrance of the duke; who said, “Claudio, I have overheard what has past between you and your sister.  Angelo had never the purpose to corrupt her; what he said, has only been to make trial of her virtue.  She having the truth of honour in her, has given him that gracious denial which he is most glad to receive.  There is no hope that he will pardon you; therefore pass your hours in prayer, and make ready for death.”  Then Claudio repented of his weakness, and said, “Let me ask my sister’s pardon!  I am so out of love with life, that I will sue to be rid of it.”  And Claudio retired, overwhelmed with shame and sorrow for his fault.