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To nothing temporal.

ANGELO
Well: come to me tomorrow.

LUCIO
[to Isabella]
Go to: ’tis well; away.

ISABELLA
Heaven keep your honour safe.

ANGELO
[aside]

Amen.
For I am that way going to temptation,
Where prayers cross.

ISABELLA
At what hour tomorrow [160]

Shall I attend your lordship?

ANGELO

At any time ’fore noon.

ISABELLA
Save your honour.
[Exeunt all but Angelo.]

ANGELO
From thee: even from thy virtue!
What’s this? What’s this? Is this her fault, or mine?

The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most, ha?
Not she; nor doth she tempt; but it is I [165]
That, lying by the violet in the sun,
Do as the carrion does, not as the flower,

Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be