Lucio. Thou’rt [i’ the right], girl; more o’ that.
130 Isab. That in the captain’s but a choleric word,
Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.
Lucio. [Aside to Isab.] Art [avised] o’ that? [more on’t].
Ang. Why do you put these sayings upon me?
Isab. Because authority, though it err like others.
135 Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself,
That skins the vice o’ the top. Go to your bosom;
Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know
That’s like my brother’s fault: if it confess