Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Isa. I am that Isabella, and his Sister.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Gentle & faire: your Brother kindly greets you;
Luc. Not to be weary with you; he's in prison.
Isa. Isa.
Isa. Woe me; for what?
Luc. For that, which if my selfe might be his Iudge,
Luc. He should receiue his punishment, in thankes:
Luc. He hath got his friend with childe.
Isa. Sir, make me not your storie.
Luc. 'Tis true; I would not, though 'tis my familiar sin,
Luc. With Maids to seeme the Lapwing, and to iest
Luc. Tongue, far from heart: play with all Virgins so:
Luc. I hold you as a thing en‑skied, and sainted,
Luc. By your renouncement, an imortall spirit
Luc. And to be talk'd with in sincerity,
Luc. As with a Saint.