Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ang. Condemne the fault, and not the actor of it,
Ang. Why euery fault's condemnd ere it be done:
Ang. Mine were the verie Cipher of a Function
Ang. To fine the faults, whose fine stands in record,
Ang. And let goe by the Actor:
Isab. Isab.
Isab. Oh iust, but seuere Law:
Isab. I had a brother then; heauen keepe your honour.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Giue't not ore so: to him againe, entreat him,
Luc. Kneele downe before him, hang vpon his gowne,
Luc. You are too cold: if you should need a pin,
Luc. You could not with more tame a tongue desire it:
Luc. To him, I say.
Isab. Must he needs die?
Ang. Ang.
Ang. Maiden, no remedie.
Isab. Yes: I doe thinke that you might pardon him,