Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Isab. I haue a brother is condemn'd to die,
Isab. I doe beseech you let it be his fault,
Isab. And not my brother.
Pro. Pro.
Pro. Heauen giue thee mouing graces.
Ang. Ang.
Ang. Condemne the fault, and not the actor of it,
Ang. Why euery fault's condemnd ere it be done:
Ang. Mine were the verie Cipher of a Function
Ang. To fine the faults, whose fine stands in record,
Ang. And let goe by the Actor:
Isab. Isab.
Isab. Oh iust, but seuere Law:
Isab. I had a brother then; heauen keepe your honour.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Giue't not ore so: to him againe, entreat him,
Luc. Kneele downe before him, hang vpon his gowne,
Luc. You are too cold: if you should need a pin,
Luc. You could not with more tame a tongue desire it:
Luc. To him, I say.