Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. bring them to light: would hee were return'd. Marrie
Luc. this Claudio is condemned for vntrussing. Farwell good
Luc. Friar, I prethee pray for me: The Duke (I say to thee
Luc. againe) would eate Mutton on Fridaies. He's now past
Luc. it, yet (and I say to thee) hee would mouth with a beg
Luc. gar, though she smelt browne‑bread and Garlicke: say
Luc. that I said so: Farewell.
Luc. Exit.
Duke. Duke.
Duke. No might, nor greatnesse in mortality
Duke. Can censure scape: Back‑wounding calumnie
Duke. The whitest vertue strikes. What King so strong,
Duke. Can tie the gall vp in the slanderous tong?
Duke. But who comes heere?
Duke. Enter Escalus, Prouost, and Bawd.
Esc. Esc.
Esc. Go, away with her to prison.
Bawd. Bawd.
Bawd. Good my Lord be good to mee, your Honor
Bawd. is accounted a mercifull man: good my Lord.