Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Alc. I am an humble Sutor to your Vertues;
Alc. For pitty is the vertue of the Law,
Alc. And none but Tyrants vse it cruelly.
Alc. It pleases time and Fortune to lye heauie
Alc. Vpon a Friend of mine, who in hot blood
Alc. Hath stept into the Law: which is past depth
Alc. To those that (without heede) do plundge intoo't.
Alc. He is a Man (setting his Fate aside) of comely Vertues,
Alc. Nor did he soyle the fact with Cowardice.
Alc. (And Honour in him, which buyes out his fault)
Alc. But with a Noble Fury, and faire spirit,
Alc. Seeing his Reputation touch'd to death,
Alc. He did oppose his Foe:
Alc. And with such sober and vnnoted passion
Alc. He did behooue his anger ere 'twas spent,
Alc. As if he had but prou'd an Argument.
1 Sen. 1 Sen.
1 Sen. You vndergo too strict a Paradox,
1 Sen. Striuing to make an vgly deed looke faire:
1 Sen. Your words haue tooke such paines, as if they labour'd