Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Isab. As I thus wrong'd, hence vnbeleeued goe.
Duke. Duke.
Duke. I know you'ld faine be gone: An Officer:
Duke. To prison with her: Shall we thus permit
Duke. A blasting and a scandalous breath to fall,
Duke. On him so neere vs? This needs must be a practise;
Duke. Who knew of your intent and comming hither?
Isa. Isa.
Isa. One that I would were heere, Frier Lodowick.
Duk. Duk.
Duk. A ghostly Father, belike:
Duk. Who knowes that Lodowicke?
Luc. Luc.
Luc. My Lord, I know him, 'tis a medling Fryer,
Luc. I doe not like the man: had he been Lay my Lord,
Luc. For certaine words he spake against your Grace
Luc. In your retirment, I had swing'd him soundly.
Duke. Words against mee? this 'a good Fryer belike
Duke. And to set on this wretched woman here