A natural guiltiness such as is his,
140 Let it not sound a thought upon [your] tongue
Against my brother’s life.
Ang.
[Aside] She speaks, and ’tis
Such sense, that my sense [breeds] with it. Fare you well.
Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back.
Ang. I will bethink me: come again to-morrow.
145 Isab. Hark how I’ll bribe you: good my lord, turn back.
Ang. How? bribe me?