Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Duke. For better times to come: Frier aduise him,
Duke. I leaue him to your hand. What muffeld fellow's that?
Pro. Pro.
Pro. This is another prisoner that I sau'd,
Pro. Who should haue di'd when Claudio lost his head,
Pro. As like almost to Claudio, as himselfe.
Duke. Duke.
Duke. If he be like your brother, for his sake
Duke. Is he pardon'd, and for your louelie sake
Duke. Giue me your hand, and say you will be mine,
Duke. He is my brother too: But fitter time for that:
Duke. By this Lord Angelo perceiues he's safe,
Duke. Methinkes I see a quickning in his eye:
Duke. Well Angelo, your euill quits you well.
Duke. Looke that you loue your wife: her worth, worth yours
Duke. I finde an apt remission in my selfe:
Duke. And yet heere's one in place I cannot pardon,
Duke. You sirha, that knew me for a foole, a Coward,
Duke. One all of Luxurie, an asse, a mad man:
Duke. Wherein haue I so deseru'd of you