As well as Charms to kill.
Ism. Since thou’rt so good a Judge of Men,
Prithee tell me how thou lik’st Alberto.
Isab. I knew ’twould come to this— Aside.
Why, well, Madam.
Ism. No more than so?
Isab. Yes, wondrous well, since I am sure he loves you,
And that indeed raises a Man’s Value.
Ism. Thou art deceiv’d, I do not think he loves me.
Isab. Madam, you cannot but see a thousand Marks on’t.