Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cla. From flowrie tendernesse? If I must die,
Cla. I will encounter darknesse as a bride,
Cla. And hugge it in mine armes.
Isa. Isa.
Isa. There spake my brother: there my fathers graue
Isa. Did vtter forth a voice. Yes, thou must die:
Isa. Thou art too noble, to conserue a life
Isa. In base appliances. This outward sainted Deputie,
Isa. Whose setled visage, and deliberate word
Isa. Nips youth i'th head, and follies doth emmew
Isa. As Falcon doth the Fowle, is yet a diuell:
Isa. His filth within being cast, he would appeare
Isa. A pond, as deepe as hell.
Cla. Cla.
Cla. The prenzie, Angelo?
Isa. Oh 'tis the cunning Liuerie of hell,
Isa. The damnest bodie to inuest, and couer
Isa. In prenzie gardes; dost thou thinke Claudio,
Isa. If I would yeeld him my virginitie