Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Duk. In hatefull practise: first his Integritie
Duk. Stands without blemish: next it imports no reason,
Duk. That with such vehemency he should pursue
Duk. Faults proper to himselfe: if he had so offended
Duk. He would haue waigh'd thy brother by himselfe,
Duk. And not haue cut him off: some one hath set you on:
Duk. Confesse the truth, and say by whose aduice
Duk. Thou cam'st heere to complaine.
Isab. Isab.
Isab. And is this all?
Isab. Then oh you blessed Ministers aboue
Isab. Keepe me in patience, and with ripened time
Isab. Vnfold the euill, which is heere wrapt vp
Isab. In countenance: heauen shield your Grace from woe,
Isab. As I thus wrong'd, hence vnbeleeued goe.
Duke. Duke.
Duke. I know you'ld faine be gone: An Officer:
Duke. To prison with her: Shall we thus permit
Duke. A blasting and a scandalous breath to fall,
Duke. On him so neere vs? This needs must be a practise;