Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. Luc.
Luc. Art auis'd o'that? more on't.
Ang. Ang.
Ang. Why doe you put these sayings vpon me?
Isab. Isab.
Isab. Because Authoritie, though it erre like others,
Isab. Hath yet a kinde of medicine in it selfe
Isab. That skins the vice o'th top; goe to your bosome,
Isab. Knock there, and aske your heart what it doth know
Isab. That's like my brothers fault: if it confesse
Isab. A naturall guiltinesse, such as is his,
Isab. Let it not sound a thought vpon your tongue
Isab. Against my brothers life.
Ang. Shee speakes, and 'tis such sence
Ang. That my Sence breeds with it; fare you well.
Isab. Gentle my Lord, turne backe.
Ang. I will bethinke me: come againe to morrow.