Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Duke. Looke that you loue your wife: her worth, worth yours
Duke. I finde an apt remission in my selfe:
Duke. And yet heere's one in place I cannot pardon,
Duke. You sirha, that knew me for a foole, a Coward,
Duke. One all of Luxurie, an asse, a mad man:
Duke. Wherein haue I so deseru'd of you
Duke. That you extoll me thus?
Luc. Luc.
Luc. 'Faith my Lord, I spoke it but according to the
Luc. trick: if you will hang me for it you may: but I had ra
Luc. ther it would please you, I might be whipt.
Duke. Duke.
Duke. Whipt first, sir, and hang'd after.
Duke. Proclaime it Prouost round about the Citie,
Duke. If any woman wrong'd by this lewd fellow
Duke. (As I haue heard him sweare himselfe there's one
Duke. whom he begot with childe) let her appeare,
Duke. And he shall marry her: the nuptiall finish'd,
Duke. Let him be whipt and hang'd.