Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Ang. Admit no other way to saue his life
Ang. (As I subscribe not that, nor any other,
Ang. But in the losse of question) that you, his Sister,
Ang. Finding your selfe desir'd of such a person,
Ang. Whose creadit with the Iudge, or owne great place,
Ang. Could fetch your Brother from the Manacles
Ang. Of the all‑building‑Law: and that there were
Ang. No earthly meane to saue him, but that either
Ang. You must lay downe the treasures of your body,
Ang. To this supposed, or else to let him suffer:
Ang. What would you doe?
Isab. Isab.
Isab. As much for my poore Brother, as my selfe;
Isab. That is: were I vnder the tearmes of death,
Isab. Th'impression of keene whips, I'ld weare as Rubies,
Isab. And strip my selfe to death, as to a bed,
Isab. That longing haue bin sicke for, ere I'ld yeeld
Isab. My body vp to shame.
Isab. Ang. That
Isab. Measure for Measure.