Isab. As much for my poor brother as myself:
II. 4.
100 That is, were I under the terms of death,
The impression of keen whips I’ld wear as rubies,
And strip myself to death, as to a bed
That longing [have] been [sick] for, ere I’ld yield
My body up to shame.
Ang.
[Then must] your brother die.
105 Isab. And ’twere the cheaper way:
Better it were a brother died [at] once,