As mine is to [him].
55 Ang.
He’s sentenced; ’tis too late.
Lucio. [Aside to Isab.] [You are] too cold.
Isab. Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a word,
May call it [back] again. [Well, believe] this,
No ceremony that to great ones [’longs],
60 Not the king’s crown, nor the deputed sword,
The marshal’s truncheon, nor the judge’s robe,
Become them with one half so good a grace