Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Esc. Esc.
Esc. I am going to visit the prisoner, Fare you well.
Duke. Duke.
Duke. Peace be with you.
Duke. He who the sword of Heauen will beare,
Duke. Should be as holy, as seueare:
Duke. Patterne in himselfe to know,
Duke. Grace to stand, and Vertue go:
Duke. More, nor lesse to others paying,
Duke. Then by selfe‑offences weighing.
Duke. Shame to him, whose cruell striking,
Duke. Kils for faults of his owne liking:
Duke. Twice trebble shame on Angelo,
Duke. To vveede my vice, and let his grow.
Duke. Oh, what may Man within him hide,
Duke. Though Angel on the outward side?
Duke. How may likenesse made in crimes,
Duke. Making practise on the Times,
Duke. To draw with ydle Spiders strings
Duke. Most ponderous and substantiall things?