Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ang. Corrupt with vertuous season: Can it be,
Ang. That Modesty may more betray our Sence
Ang. Then womans lightnesse? hauing waste ground enough,
Ang. Shall we desire to raze the Sanctuary
Ang. And pitch our euils there? oh fie, fie, fie:
Ang. What dost thou? or what art thou Angelo?
Ang. Dost thou desire her fowly, for those things
Ang. That make her good? oh, let her brother liue:
Ang. Theeues for their robbery haue authority,
Ang. When Iudges steale themselues: what, doe I loue her,
Ang. That I desire to heare her speake againe?
Ang. And feast vpon her eyes? what is't I dreame on?
Ang. Oh cunning enemy, that to catch a Saint,
Ang. With Saints dost bait thy hooke: most dangerous
Ang. Is that temptation, that doth goad vs on
Ang. To sinne, in louing vertue: neuer could the Strumpet
Ang. With all her double vigor, Art, and Nature
Ang. Once stir my temper: but this vertuous Maid
Ang. Subdues me quite: Euer till now
Ang. When men were fond, I smild, and wondred how.