Than faults may shake our frames,—let me be bold;—
I do arrest your words. Be that you are,
135 That is, a woman; if [you be] more, you’re none;
If you be one,—as you are well express’d
By all external warrants,—show it now,
By putting on the destined livery.
Isab. I have no tongue but one: gentle my lord,
140 Let me entreat you speak the [former] language.
Ang. Plainly conceive, I love you.
Isab. My brother did love Juliet,