Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cla. From too much liberty, (my Lucio) Liberty
Cla. As surfet is the father of much fast,
Cla. So euery Scope by the immoderate vse
Cla. Turnes to restraint: Our Natures doe pursue
Cla. Like
Cla. Measure for Measure.
Cla. Like Rats that rauyn downe their proper Bane,
Cla. A thirsty euill, and when we drinke, we die.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. If I could speake so wisely vnder an arrest, I
Luc. would send for certaine of my Creditors: and yet, to say
Luc. the truth, I had as lief haue the foppery of freedome, as
Luc. the mortality of imprisonment: what's thy offence,
Luc. Claudio?
Cla. Cla.
Cla. What (but to speake of) would offend againe.
Luc. What, is't murder?
Cla. No.