Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Isa. I know your vertue hath a licence in't,
Isa. Which seemes a little fouler then it is,
Isa. To plucke on others.
Ang. Ang.
Ang. Beleeue me on mine Honor,
Ang. My words expresse my purpose.
Isa. Isa.
Isa. Ha? Little honor, to be much beleeu'd,
Isa. And most pernitious purpose: Seeming, seeming.
Isa. I will proclaime thee Angelo, looke for't.
Isa. Signe me a present pardon for my brother,
Isa. Or with an out‑stretcht throate Ile tell the world aloud
Isa. What man thou art.
Ang. Who will beleeue thee Isabell?
Ang. My vnsoild name, th' austeerenesse of my life,
Ang. My vouch against you, and my place i'th State,
Ang. Will so your accusation ouer‑weigh,
Ang. That you shall stifle in your owne reporr,
Ang. And smell of calumnie. I haue begun,