Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Duke. Duke.
Duke. He dies for Claudio's death.
Isab. Isab.
Isab. Most bounteous Sir.
Isab. Looke if it please you, on this man condemn'd,
Isab. As if my Brother liu'd: I partly thinke,
Isab. A due sinceritie gouerned his deedes,
Isab. Till he did looke on me: Since it is so,
Isab. Let him not die: my Brother had but Iustice,
Isab. In that he did the thing for which he dide.
Isab. For Angelo, his Act did not ore‑take his bad intent,
Isab. And must be buried but as an intent
Isab. That perish'd by the way: thoughts are no subiects
Isab. Intents, but meerely thoughts.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Meerely my Lord.
Duk. Duk.
Duk. Your suite's vnprofitable: stand vp I say:
Duk. I haue bethought me of another fault.
Duk. Prouost, how came it Claudio was beheaded