Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Duke. Measure for Measure.
Duke. Thou hast; neither heate, affection, limbe, nor beautie
Duke. To make thy riches pleasant: what's yet in this
Duke. That beares the name of life? Yet in this life
Duke. Lie hid moe thousand deaths; yet death we feare
Duke. That makes these oddes, all euen.
Cla. Cla.
Cla. I humblie thanke you.
Cla. To sue to liue, I finde I seeke to die,
Cla. And seeking death, finde life: Let it come on.
Cla. Enter Isabella.
Isab. Isab.
Isab. What hoa? Peace heere; Grace, and good com
Isab. panie.
Pro. Pro.
Pro. Who's there? Come in, the wish deserues a
Pro. welcome.
Duke. Duke.
Duke. Deere sir, ere long Ile visit you againe.