Measure for Measure by William Shakespeare
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Like Rats that rauyn downe their proper Bane,
A thirsty euill, and when we drinke, we die Luc. If I could speake so wisely vnder an arrest, I would send for certaine of my Creditors: and yet, to say the truth, I had as lief haue the foppery of freedome, as the mortality of imprisonment: what's thy offence, Claudio? Cla. What (but to speake of) would offend againe Luc. What, is't murder? Cla. No Luc. Lecherie? Cla. Call it so Pro. Away, Sir, you must goe Cla. One word, good friend: Lucio, a word with you Luc. A hundred: If they'll doe you any good: Is Lechery so look'd after? Cla. Thus stands it with me: vpon a true contract I got possession of Iulietas bed, You know the Lady, she is fast my wife, Saue that we doe the denunciation lacke Of outward Order. This we came not to, Onely for propogation of a Dowre Remaining in the Coffer of her friends, |
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