Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Duke. He hath releasd him, Isabell, from the world,
Duke. His head is off, and sent to Angelo.
Isa. Isa.
Isa. Nay, but it is not so.
Duke. Duke.
Duke. It is no other,
Duke. Shew your wisedome daughter in your close patience.
Isa. Oh, I wil to him, and plucke out his eies.
Duk. Duk.
Duk. You shal not be admitted to his sight.
Isa. Vnhappie Claudio, wretched Isabell,
Isa. Iniurious world, most damned Angelo.
Duke. This nor hurts him, nor profits you a iot,
Duke. Forbeare it therefore, giue your cause to heauen.
Duke. Marke what I say, which you shal finde
Duke. By euery sillable a faithful veritie.
Duke. The Duke comes home to morrow: nay drie your eyes,