Go to your bosom, 166 Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know
ISABELLA
Because authority, though it err like others, 164
Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself 165
That skins the vice o’ th’ top. Go to your bosom, 166
Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know 167
That’s like my brother’s fault. If it confess 168
A natural guiltiness such as is his, 169
Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue 170
Against my brother’s life. 171
