For which I must not plead, but that I am
At warre, twixt will, and will not

Ang. Well: the matter?
Isab. I haue a brother is condemn'd to die,
I doe beseech you let it be his fault,
And not my brother

Pro. Heauen giue thee mouing graces

Ang. Condemne the fault, and not the actor of it,
Why euery fault's condemnd ere it be done:
Mine were the verie Cipher of a Function
To fine the faults, whose fine stands in record,
And let goe by the Actor

Isab. Oh iust, but seuere Law:
I had a brother then; heauen keepe your honour

Luc. Giue't not ore so: to him againe, entreat him,
Kneele downe before him, hang vpon his gowne,
You are too cold: if you should need a pin,
You could not with more tame a tongue desire it:
To him, I say

Isab. Must he needs die?
Ang. Maiden, no remedie

Isab. Yes: I doe thinke that you might pardon him,
And neither heauen, nor man grieue at the mercy