Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Esc. As you, Lord Angelo, haue stil appear'd,
Esc. Should slip so grosselie, both in the heat of bloud
Esc. And lacke of temper'd iudgement afterward.
Ang. Ang.
Ang. I am sorrie, that such sorrow I procure,
Ang. And so deepe sticks it in my penitent heart,
Ang. That I craue death more willingly then mercy,
Ang. 'Tis my deseruing, and I doe entreat it.
Ang. Enter Barnardine and Prouost, Claudio, Iulietta.
Duke. Duke.
Duke. Which is that Barnardine?
Pro. Pro.
Pro. This my Lord.
Duke. There was a Friar told me of this man.
Duke. Sirha, thou art said to haue a stubborne soule
Duke. That apprehends no further then this world,
Duke. And squar'st thy life according: Thou'rt condemn'd,
Duke. But for those earthly faults, I quit them all,
Duke. And pray thee take this mercie to prouide