Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. some, he is in Rome: but where is he thinke you?
Duke. Duke.
Duke. I know not where: but wheresoeuer, I wish him well.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. It was a mad fantasticall tricke of him to steale
Luc. from the State, and vsurpe the beggerie hee was neuer
Luc. borne to: Lord Angelo Dukes it well in his absence:
Luc. he puts transgression too't.
Duke. He do's well in't.
Luc. A little more lenitie to Lecherie would doe no
Luc. harme in him: Something too crabbed that way, Frier.
Duk. Duk.
Duk. It is too general a vice, and seueritie must cure it.
Luc. Yes in good sooth, the vice is of a great kindred;
Luc. it is well allied, but it is impossible to extirpe it quite,
Luc. Frier, till eating and drinking be put downe. They say
Luc. this Angelo vvas not made by Man and Woman, after