Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Duk. Duk.
Duk. And you good Brother Father; what offence
Duk. hath this man made you, Sir?
Duk. Elb. Marry
Duk. Measure for Measure.
Elb. Elb.
Elb. Marry Sir, he hath offended the Law; and Sir,
Elb. we take him to be a Theefe too Sir: for wee haue found
Elb. vpon him Sir, a strange Pick‑lock, which we haue sent
Elb. to the Deputie.
Duke. Duke.
Duke. Fie, sirrah, a Bawd, a wicked bawd,
Duke. The euill that thou causest to be done,
Duke. That is thy meanes to liue. Do thou but thinke
Duke. What 'tis to cram a maw, or cloath a backe
Duke. From such a filthie vice: say to thy selfe,
Duke. From their abhominable and beastly touches
Duke. I drinke, I eate away my selfe, and liue:
Duke. Canst thou beleeue thy liuing is a life,
Duke. So stinkingly depending? Go mend, go mend.