Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iago. Your heart is burst, you haue lost halfe your soule
Iago. Euen now, now, very now, an old blacke Ram
Iago. Is tupping your white Ewe. Arise, arise,
Iago. Awake the snorting Cittizens with the Bell,
Iago. Or else the deuill will make a Grand‑sire of you.
Iago. Arise I say.
Bra. Bra.
Bra. What, haue you lost your wits?
Rod. Rod.
Rod. Most reuerend Signior, do you know my voice?
Bra. Not I: what are you?
Rod. My name is Rodorigo.
Bra. The worsser welcome:
Bra. I haue charg'd thee not to haunt about my doores:
Bra. In honest plainenesse thou hast heard me say,
Bra. My Daughter is not for thee. And now in madnesse
Bra. (Being full of Supper, and distempring draughtes)