Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Isa. Then this is all as true, as it is strange;
Isa. Nay, it is ten times true, for truth is truth
Isa. To th' end of reckning.
Duke. Duke.
Duke. Away with her: poore soule
Duke. She speakes this, in th'infirmity of sence.
Isa. Isa.
Isa. Oh Prince, I coniure thee, as thou beleeu'st
Isa. There is another comfort, then this world,
Isa. That thou neglect me not, with that opinion
Isa. That I am touch'd with madnesse: make not impossible
Isa. That which but seemes vnlike, 'tis not impossible
Isa. But one, the wickedst caitiffe on the ground
Isa. May seeme as shie, as graue, as iust, as absolute:
Isa. As Angelo, euen so may Angelo
Isa. In all his dressings, caracts, titles, formes,
Isa. Be an arch‑villaine: Beleeue it, royall Prince
Isa. If he be lesse, he's nothing, but he's more,
Isa. Had I more name for badnesse.