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A natural guiltiness, such as is his, [140]
Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue
Against my brother’s life.

ANGELO
[aside]
She speaks, and ’tis such sense

That my sense breeds with it. − Fare you well.
[Going.]

ISABELLA
Gentle my lord, turn back.

ANGELO
I will bethink me. Come again tomorrow. [145]

[Going.]

ISABELLA

Hark, how I’ll bribe you: good my lord, turn back.

ANGELO
How! Bribe me?

ISABELLA
Ay, with such gifts that heaven shall share with you.

LUCIO
[to Isabella]
You had marr’d all else.

ISABELLA
Not with fond sickles of the tested gold, [150]

Or stones, whose rate are either rich or poor
As fancy values them: but with true prayers,
That shall be up at heaven and enter there
Ere sunrise: prayers from preserved souls,

From fasting maids, whose minds are dedicate [155]