Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ang. Your sence pursues not mine: either you are ignorant,
Ang. Or seeme so crafty; and that's not good.
Isab. Isab.
Isab. Let be ignorant, and in nothing good,
Isab. But graciously to know I am no better.
Ang. Ang.
Ang. Thus wisdome wishes to appeare most bright,
Ang. When it doth taxe it selfe: As these blacke Masques
Ang. Proclaime an en‑shield beauty ten times louder
Ang. Then beauty could displaied: But marke me,
Ang. To be receiued plaine, Ile speake more grosse:
Ang. Your Brother is to dye.
Isab. So.
Ang. And his offence is so, as it appeares,
Ang. Accountant to the Law, vpon that paine.
Isab. True.