Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Duk. Duk.
Duk. Goe take her hence, and marry her instantly.
Duk. Doe you the office (Fryer) which consummate,
Duk. Returne him here againe: goe with him Prouost.
Duk. Exit.
Esc. Esc.
Esc. My Lord, I am more amaz'd at his dishonor,
Esc. Then at the strangenesse of it.
Duk. Come hither Isabell,
Duk. Your Frier is now your Prince: As I was then
Duk. Aduertysing, and holy to your businesse,
Duk. (Not changing heart with habit) I am still,
Duk. Atturnied at your seruice.
Isab. Isab.
Isab. Oh giue me pardon
Isab. That I, your vassaile, haue imploid, and pain'd
Isab. Your vnknowne Soueraigntie.
Duk. You are pardon'd Isabell: