“Well; the matter? Isab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die:
35 I do beseech you, let it be his fault, And not my brother. Prov. [Aside] Heaven give thee moving graces!
Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it?
Why, every fault's condemn'd ere it be done: Mine were the very cipher of a function, 40 To fine the faults whose fine stands in record, And let go by the actor. Isab. O just but severe law! I had a brother, then.—Heaven keep your honour!”