Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ang. Ang.
Ang. Then must your brother die.
Isa. Isa.
Isa. And 'twer the cheaper way:
Isa. Better it were a brother dide at once,
Isa. Then that a sister, by redeeming him
Isa. Should die for euer.
Ang. Were not you then as cruell as the Sentence,
Ang. That you haue slander'd so?
Isa. Ignomie in ransome, and free pardon
Isa. Are of two houses: lawfull mercie,
Isa. Is nothing kin to fowle redemption.
Ang. You seem'd of late to make the Law a tirant,
Ang. And rather prou'd the sliding of your brother
Ang. A merriment, then a vice.
Isa. Oh pardon me my Lord, it oft fals out