Measure Act 1

• sent him our terror, dressed him with our love- duke
• mortality and mercy in Vienna/ Live in thy togue and heart.- Duke
• let there be some more tests made of my metal- Angelo
• i love the people,/ but i do not like to stage me to their eyes- duke
• your scope is as mine own/ So to enforce or qualify the laws
• what shall become of me - overdone
• from too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty- Claudio
• most mutual entertainment - claudio
• believe not that the dribbling dart of love/ Can pierce a complete bosom- Duke
• burning youth - Duke
• (a man of stricture and firm abstinence)- Duke
• like an o'ergrown lion in a cave/ That goes not out to prey
• Becomes more mocked than feared; so our decrees - Duke
• And Liberty plucks Justice by the nose- Duke
• The baby beats the nurse- Duke
• Hence shall we see/ If power changes purpose, what our seemers be- Duke
• wishing a more strict restraint - Isabella
• For that which, if myself might be his judge,/ He should receive his punishment in thanks- Lucio
• O, let him marry her!- Isabella
• a man whose blood/ Is very snow- broth - Lucio