Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Duk. To giue me secret harbour, hath a purpose
Duk. More graue, and wrinkled, then the aimes, and ends
Duk. Of burning youth.
Fri. Fri.
Fri. May your Grace speake of it?
Duk. Duk.
Duk. My holy Sir, none better knowes then you
Duk. How I haue euer lou'd the life remoued
Duk. And held in idle price, to haunt assemblies
Duk. Where youth, and cost, witlesse brauery keepes.
Duk. I haue deliuerd to Lord Angelo
Duk. (A man of stricture and firme abstinence)
Duk. My absolute power, and place here in Uienna
Duk. And he supposes me trauaild to Poland,
Duk. (For so I haue strewd it in the common eare)
Duk. And so it is receiu'd: Now (pious Sir)
Duk. You will demand of me, why I do this.
Fri. Gladly, my Lord.