Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Isab. Isab.
Isab. I am a wofull Sutor to your Honour,
Isab. 'Please but your Honor heare me.
Ang. Ang.
Ang. Well: what's your suite.
Isab. There is a vice that most I doe abhorre,
Isab. And most desire should meet the blow of Iustice;
Isab. For which I would not plead, but that I must,
Isab. For which I must not plead, but that I am
Isab. At warre, twixt will, and will not.
Ang. Well: the matter?
Isab. I haue a brother is condemn'd to die,
Isab. I doe beseech you let it be his fault,
Isab. And not my brother.
Pro. Pro.
Pro. Heauen giue thee mouing graces.