Measure for Measure by William Shakespeare
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page 82 of 128 (64%)
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Clo. Pray sir, by your good fauor: for surely sir, a
good fauor you haue, but that you haue a hanging look: Doe you call sir, your occupation a Mysterie? Abh. I Sir, a Misterie Clo. Painting Sir, I haue heard say, is a Misterie; and your Whores sir, being members of my occupation, vsing painting, do proue my Occupation, a Misterie: but what Misterie there should be in hanging, if I should be hang'd, I cannot imagine Abh. Sir, it is a Misterie Clo. Proofe Abh. Euerie true mans apparrell fits your Theefe Clo. If it be too little for your theefe, your true man thinkes it bigge enough. If it bee too bigge for your Theefe, your Theefe thinkes it little enough: So euerie true mans apparrell fits your Theefe. Enter Prouost. Pro. Are you agreed? Clo. Sir, I will serue him: For I do finde your Hangman is a more penitent Trade then your Bawd: he doth oftner aske forgiuenesse Pro. You sirrah, prouide your blocke and your Axe to morrow, foure a clocke |
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