Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iul. Measure for Measure.
Duk. Duk.
Duk. 'Tis meet so (daughter) but least you do repent
Duk. As that the sin hath brought you to this shame,
Duk. Which sorrow is alwaies toward our selues, not heauen,
Duk. Showing we would not spare heauen, as we loue it,
Duk. But as we stand in feare.
Iul. Iul.
Iul. I doe repent me, as it is an euill,
Iul. And take the shame with ioy.
Duke. Duke.
Duke. There rest:
Duke. Your partner (as I heare) must die to morrow,
Duke. And I am going with instruction to him:
Duke. Grace goe with you, Benedicite.
Duke. Exit.
Iul. Must die to morrow? oh iniurious Loue
Iul. That respits me a life, whose very comfort
Iul. Is still a dying horror.