Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Isab. And he that might the vantage best haue tooke,
Isab. Found out the remedie: how would you be,
Isab. If he, which is the top of Iudgement, should
Isab. But iudge you, as you are? Oh, thinke on that,
Isab. And mercie then will breathe within your lips
Isab. Like man new made.
Ang. Ang.
Ang. Be you content, (faire Maid)
Ang. It is the Law, not I, condemne your brother,
Ang. Were he my kinsman, brother, or my sonne,
Ang. It should be thus with him: he must die to morrow.
Isab. Isab.
Isab. To morrow? oh, that's sodaine,
Isab. Spare him, spare him:
Isab. Hee's not prepar'd for death; euen for our kitchins
Isab. We kill the fowle of season: shall we serue heauen
Isab. With lesse respect then we doe minister
Isab. To our grosse‑selues? good, good my Lord, bethink you;
Isab. Who is it that hath di'd for this offence?
Isab. There's many haue committed it.