Measure for Measure
P
e your
e. [To Isab.] You're we
oeful suitor t
your hono
n
hat's y
a vice that m
e should meet the
ld not plead, b
ust not plead
ixt will a
n
the
brother is co
ch you, let i
t my b
eaven give thee
fault, and not
lt's condemn'd
very cipher
aults whose fine
go by th
s
but sev
, then.-Heaven
Give't not o'er so: to
ore him, hang
cold; if you sh
th more tame a t
im,
st he ne
n
, no r
think that you m