Measure Act 3

• a breath thou art - duke
• thou art not noble - duke
• thou art not thyself,/ for thou exists on many a thousand grains - duke
• happy thou art not;/ for, what thou hast not, still thou striv'st go get,/ and what thou hast, forget'st - duke
• death unloads thee - duke
• this outward-sainted deputy - isabella
• if i would yield him my virginity,/ thou mightst be freed?- isabella
• this sensible warm motion to become/ a kneaded clot - Claudio
• To be imprisoned in the viewless winds,/ and blown with restless violence round about/ the pendent world - Claudio
• sweet sister let me live!- claudio
• ill pray a thousand prayers for thy death,/ no word to save thee- isabella
• tis best thou diest quickly - isabella
• i had rather my brother/ die by the law than my son should be unlawfully born - isabella
• to the love i have in doing good - duke
• this well-seeming Angelo - Duke
• gives me content already - isabella
• grow to a most prosperous perfection - isabella
• his urine is congealed ice - lucio
• the duke would have dark deeds darkly answered; he would never bring them to light -Lucio
• this would make mercy swear and play the tyrant - Escalus
• one that, above all other strifes, contended especially to know himself - escalus
• more nor less to others paying/ than by self-offences weighing - duke
• pay with falsehood false exacting/ and perform an old contracting - duke