Isab. Under your sentence?
Ang. Yea.
Isab. When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve,
40 Longer or shorter, he may be so fitted
That his soul sicken not.
Ang. Ha! fie, these filthy vices! It were as good
To pardon him that hath from nature stolen
A man already made, as to remit
45 Their saucy [sweetness] that do coin heaven’s image
In stamps that are forbid: ’tis all as [easy]