Reading Measure, for Measure — William Shakespeare

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Isab.

Most bounteous Sir.

Looke if it please you, on this man condemn'd,

As if my Brother liu'd: I partly thinke,

A due sinceritie gouerned his deedes,

Till he did looke on me: Since it is so,

Let him not die: my Brother had but Iustice,

In that he did the thing for which he dide.

For Angelo, his Act did not

ore‑take his bad intent,

And must be buried but as an intent

That perish'd by the way: thoughts are no

subiects

Intents, but meerely thoughts.

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