You had marr'd all else.

ISABELLA.
Not with fond shekels of the tested gold,
Or stones, whose rates 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
To nothing temporal.

ANGELO.
Well; come to me
To-morrow.

LUCIO.
[Aside 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 to-morrow
Shall I attend your lordship?