Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Isab. Isab.
Isab. Must he needs die?
Ang. Ang.
Ang. Maiden, no remedie.
Isab. Yes: I doe thinke that you might pardon him,
Isab. And neither heauen, nor man grieue at the mercy.
Ang. I will not doe't.
Isab. But can you if you would?
Ang. Looke what I will not, that I cannot doe.
Isab. But might you doe't & do the world no wrong
Isab. If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse,
Isab. As mine is to him?
Ang. Hee's sentenc'd, tis too late.
Luc. Luc.