Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ang. Enter Isabella.
Isab. Isab.
Isab. I am come to know your pleasure.
An. An.
An. That you might know it, wold much better please (me,
An. Then to demand what 'tis: your Brother cannot liue.
Isab. Euen so: heauen keepe your Honor.
Ang. Ang.
Ang. Yet may he liue a while: and it may be
Ang. As long as you, or I: yet he must die.
Isab. Vnder your Sentence?
Ang. Yea.
Isab. When, I beseech you: that in his Reprieue
Isab. (Longer, or shorter) he may be so fitted
Isab. That his soule sicken not.