Isab. O, pardon me, my lord; it [oft] falls out,
To have what [we would] have, we speak not what we mean:
I something do excuse the thing I hate,
120 For his advantage that I dearly love.
Ang. We are all frail.
Isab.
Else let my brother die,
If not a [feodary], but only he
Owe and succeed [thy weakness].
Ang. Nay, women are frail too.