Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Isab. But in the lesse fowle prophanation.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Thou'rt i'th right (Girle) more o'that.
Isab. Isab.
Isab. That in the Captaine's but a chollericke word,
Isab. Which in the Souldier is flat blasphemie.
Luc. Art auis'd o'that? more on't.
Ang. Ang.
Ang. Why doe you put these sayings vpon me?
Isab. Because Authoritie, though it erre like others,
Isab. Hath yet a kinde of medicine in it selfe
Isab. That skins the vice o'th top; goe to your bosome,
Isab. Knock there, and aske your heart what it doth know
Isab. That's like my brothers fault: if it confesse
Isab. A naturall guiltinesse, such as is his,
Isab. Let it not sound a thought vpon your tongue
Isab. Against my brothers life.