Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Isab. Was sent to by my Brother; one Lucio
Isab. As then the Messenger.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. That's I, and't like your Grace:
Luc. I came to her from Claudio, and desir'd her,
Luc. To try her gracious fortune with Lord Angelo,
Luc. For her poore Brothers pardon.
Isab. Isab.
Isab. That's he indeede.
Duk. Duk.
Duk. You were not bid to speake.
Luc. No, my good Lord,
Luc. Nor wish'd to hold my peace.
Duk. I wish you now then,
Duk. Pray you take note of it: and when you haue
Duk. A businesse for your selfe: pray heauen you then
Duk. Be perfect.