Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Isa. Isa.
Isa. Hark, how Ile bribe you: good my Lord turn back.
Ang. Ang.
Ang. How? bribe me?
Is. Is.
Is. I, with such gifts that heauen shall share with you.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. You had mar'd all else.
Isab. Isab.
Isab. Not with fond Sickles of the tested‑gold,
Isab. Or Stones, whose rate are either rich, or poore
Isab. As fancie values them: but with true prayers,
Isab. That shall be vp at heauen, and enter there
Isab. Ere Sunne rise: prayers from preserued soules,
Isab. From fasting Maides, whose mindes are dedicate
Isab. To nothing temporall.
Ang. Well: come to me to morrow.
Luc. Goe to: 'tis well; away.