Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. He (to giue feare to vse, and libertie,
Luc. Which haue, for long, run‑by the hideous law,
Luc. As Myce, by Lyons) hath pickt out an act,
Luc. Vnder whose heauy sence, your brothers life
Luc. Fals into forfeit: he arrests him on it,
Luc. And followes close the rigor of the Statute
Luc. To make him an example: all hope is gone,
Luc. Vnlesse you haue the grace, by your faire praier
Luc. To soften Angelo: And that's my pith of businesse
Luc. 'Twixt you, and your poore brother.
Isa. Isa.
Isa. Doth he so,
Isa. Seeke his life?
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Has censur'd him already,
Luc. And as I heare, the Prouost hath a warrant
Luc. For's execution.
Isa. Alas: what poore
Isa. Abilitie's in me, to doe him good.