Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Isab. Drest in a little briefe authoritie,
Isab. Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd,
Isab. (His glassie Essence) like an angry Ape
Isab. Plaies such phantastique tricks before high heauen,
Isab. As makes the Angels weepe: who with our spleenes,
Isab. Would all themselues laugh mortall.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Oh, to him, to him wench: he will relent,
Luc. Hee's comming: I perceiue't.
Pro. Pro.
Pro. Pray heauen she win him.
Isab. Isab.
Isab. We cannot weigh our brother with our selfe,
Isab. Great men may iest with Saints: tis wit in them,
Isab. But in the lesse fowle prophanation.
Luc. Thou'rt i'th right (Girle) more o'that.
Isab. That in the Captaine's but a chollericke word,
Isab. Which in the Souldier is flat blasphemie.