Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Isab. The Marshalls Truncheon, nor the Iudges Robe
Isab. Become them with one halfe so good a grace
Isab. As mercie does: If he had bin as you, and you as he,
Isab. You would haue slipt like him, but he like you
Isab. Would not haue beene so sterne.
Ang. Ang.
Ang. Pray you be gone.
Isab. Isab.
Isab. I would to heauen I had your potencie,
Isab. And you were Isabell: should it then be thus?
Isab. No: I would tell what 'twere to be a Iudge,
Isab. And what a prisoner.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. I, touch him: there's the vaine.
Ang. Your Brother is a forfeit of the Law,
Ang. And you but waste your words.
Isab. Alas, alas:
Isab. Why all the soules that were, were forfeit once,