Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Isa. Thou art too noble, to conserue a life
Isa. In base appliances. This outward sainted Deputie,
Isa. Whose setled visage, and deliberate word
Isa. Nips youth i'th head, and follies doth emmew
Isa. As Falcon doth the Fowle, is yet a diuell:
Isa. His filth within being cast, he would appeare
Isa. A pond, as deepe as hell.
Cla. Cla.
Cla. The prenzie, Angelo?
Isa. Isa.
Isa. Oh 'tis the cunning Liuerie of hell,
Isa. The damnest bodie to inuest, and couer
Isa. In prenzie gardes; dost thou thinke Claudio,
Isa. If I would yeeld him my virginitie
Isa. Thou might'st be freed?
Cla. Oh heauens, it cannot be.
Isa. Yes, he would giu't thee; from this rank offence
Isa. So to offend him still. This night's the time