Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Duke. There was a Friar told me of this man.
Duke. Sirha, thou art said to haue a stubborne soule
Duke. That apprehends no further then this world,
Duke. And squar'st thy life according: Thou'rt condemn'd,
Duke. But for those earthly faults, I quit them all,
Duke. And pray thee take this mercie to prouide
Duke. For better times to come: Frier aduise him,
Duke. I leaue him to your hand. What muffeld fellow's that?
Pro. Pro.
Pro. This is another prisoner that I sau'd,
Pro. Who should haue di'd when Claudio lost his head,
Pro. As like almost to Claudio, as himselfe.
Duke. Duke.
Duke. If he be like your brother, for his sake
Duke. Is he pardon'd, and for your louelie sake
Duke. Giue me your hand, and say you will be mine,
Duke. He is my brother too: But fitter time for that:
Duke. By this Lord Angelo perceiues he's safe,
Duke. Methinkes I see a quickning in his eye:
Duke. Well Angelo, your euill quits you well.