Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. Luc.
Luc. This is the point.
Luc. The Duke is very strangely gone from hence;
Luc. Bore many gentlemen (my selfe being one)
Luc. In hand, and hope of action: but we doe learne,
Luc. By those that know the very Nerues of State,
Luc. His giuing‑out, were of an infinite distance
Luc. From his true meant designe: vpon his place,
Luc. (And with full line of his authority)
Luc. Gouernes Lord Angelo; A man, whose blood
Luc. Is very snow‑broth: one, who neuer feeles
Luc. The wanton stings, and motions of the sence;
Luc. But doth rebate, and blunt his naturall edge
Luc. With profits of the minde: Studie, and fast
Luc. He (to giue feare to vse, and libertie,
Luc. Which haue, for long, run‑by the hideous law,
Luc. As Myce, by Lyons) hath pickt out an act,
Luc. Vnder whose heauy sence, your brothers life
Luc. Fals into forfeit: he arrests him on it,
Luc. And followes close the rigor of the Statute