Finding yourself desir'd of such a person, Whose credit with the judge, or own great place,

Could fetch your brother from the manacles Of the all-building law; and that there were No earthly mean to save him, but that either You must lay down the treasures of your body To this suppos'd, or else to let him suffer; What would you do?

Isab. As much for my poor brother as myself: That is, were I under the terms of death, The impression of keen whips I'd wear as rubies,

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Ang.

I think it well: And from this testimony of your own sex,Since, I suppose, we are made to be no stronger Than faults may shake our frames,-let me be bold;

I do arrest your words. Be that you are, That is, a woman; if you be more, you 're none; If

you be one, as you are well express'd By all external warrants, show it now,

By putting on the destin❜d livery.

Isab. I have no tongue but one: gentle my lord,

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Let me entreat you speak the former language.
Ang. Plainly conceive, I love you.
Isab. My brother did love Juliet; and you
tell me
That he shall die for 't.

Ang. He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love.
Isab. I know your virtue hath a license in't,
Which seems a little fouler than it is,
To pluck on others.

Ang.

Believe me, on mine honour, My words express my purpose.

Isab. Ha! little honour to be much believ'd, And most pernicious purpose! Seeming, seeming! [Retreating.