Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. Luc.
Luc. Marry sir, I thinke, if you handled her priuately shee Measure for Measure.
Luc. She would sooner confesse, perchance publikely she'll be
Luc. asham'd.
Luc. shee
Luc. Measure for Measure.
Luc. Enter Duke, Prouost, Isabella.
Esc. Esc.
Esc. I will goe darkely to worke with her.
Luc. That's the way: for women are light at mid
Luc. night.
Esc. Come on Mistris, here's a Gentlewoman,
Esc. Denies all that you haue said.
Luc. My Lord, here comes the rascall I spoke of,
Luc. Here, with the Prouost.
Esc. In very good time: speake not you to him, till