As if my brother lived: I partly think
A due sincerity govern’d his deeds,
445 Till he did look on me: since it is so,
Let him not die. My brother had but justice,
In that he did the thing for which he died:
His act did not o’ertake his bad intent;
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450 And must be buried but as an intent
That perish’d by the way: thoughts are no subjects;
Intents, [but] merely thoughts.