Measure for Measure by William Shakespeare
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Nere issu'd from his blood. Take my defiance,
Die, perish: Might but my bending downe Repreeue thee from thy fate, it should proceede. Ile pray a thousand praiers for thy death, No word to saue thee Cla. Nay heare me Isabell Isa. Oh fie, fie, fie: Thy sinn's not accidentall, but a Trade; Mercy to thee would proue it selfe a Bawd, 'Tis best that thou diest quickly Cla. Oh heare me Isabella Duk. Vouchsafe a word, yong sister, but one word Isa. What is your Will Duk. Might you dispense with your leysure, I would by and by haue some speech with you: the satisfaction I would require, is likewise your owne benefit Isa. I haue no superfluous leysure, my stay must be stolen out of other affaires: but I will attend you a while Duke. Son, I haue ouer-heard what hath past between you & your sister. Angelo had neuer the purpose to corrupt her; onely he hath made an assay of her vertue, to practise his iudgement with the disposition of natures. |
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