Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Duk. Consenting to the safe‑guard of your honor,
Duk. I thought your marriage fit: else Imputation,
Duk. For that he knew you, might reproach your life,
Duk. And choake your good to come: For his Possessions,
Duk. Although by confutation they are ours;
Duk. We doe en‑state, and widow you with all,
Duk. To buy you a better husband.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Oh my deere Lord,
Mar. I craue no other, nor no better man.
Duke. Duke.
Duke. Neuer craue him, we are definitiue.
Mar. Gentle my Liege.
Duke. You doe but loose your labour.
Duke. Away with him to death: Now Sir, to you.
Mar. Oh my good Lord, sweet Isabell, take my part,
Mar. Lend me your knees, and all my life to come,