Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Othe. Diuell.
Des. Des.
Des. I haue not deseru'd this.
Lod. Lod.
Lod. My Lord, this would not be beleeu'd in Venice,
Lod. Though I should sweare I saw't. 'Tis very much,
Lod. Make her amends: she weepes.
Othe. Othe.
Othe. Oh diuell, diuell:
Othe. If that the Earth could teeme with womans teares,
Othe. Each drop she falls, would proue a Crocodile:
Othe. Out of my sight.
Des. I will not stay to offend you.
Lod. Truely obedient Lady:
Lod. I do beseech your Lordship call her backe.
Lod. Oth
Lod. the Moore of Venice.