Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. And makes vs loose the good we oft might win,
Luc. By fearing to attempt: Goe to Lord Angelo
Luc. And let him learne to know, when Maidens sue
Luc. Men giue like gods: but when they weepe and kneele,
Luc. All their petitions, are as freely theirs
Luc. As they themselues would owe them.
Isa. Isa.
Isa. Ile see what I can doe.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. But speedily.
Isa. I will about it strait;
Isa. No longer staying, but to giue the Mother
Isa. Notice of my affaire: I humbly thanke you:
Isa. Commend me to my brother: soone at night
Isa. Ile send him certaine word of my successe.
Luc. I take my leaue of you.
Isa. Good sir, adieu.