Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. You are too cold.
Isab. Isab.
Isab. Too late? why no: I that doe speak a word
Isab. May call it againe: well, beleeue this
Isab. No ceremony that to great ones longs,
Isab. Not the Kings Crowne; nor the deputed sword,
Isab. The Marshalls Truncheon, nor the Iudges Robe
Isab. Become them with one halfe so good a grace
Isab. As mercie does: If he had bin as you, and you as he,
Isab. You would haue slipt like him, but he like you
Isab. Would not haue beene so sterne.
Ang. Ang.
Ang. Pray you be gone.
Isab. I would to heauen I had your potencie,
Isab. And you were Isabell: should it then be thus?
Isab. No: I would tell what 'twere to be a Iudge,
Isab. And what a prisoner.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. I, touch him: there's the vaine.