Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iago. What saist thou Noble heart?
Rod. Rod.
Rod. What will I do, think'st thou?
Iago. Iago.
Iago. Why go to bed and sleepe.
Rod. I will incontinently drowne my selfe.
Iago. If thou do'st, I shall neuer loue thee after. Why
Iago. thou silly Gentleman?
Rod. It is sillynesse to liue, when to liue is torment:
Rod. and then haue we a prescription to dye, when death is
Rod. our Physition.
Iago. Oh villanous: I haue look'd vpon the world
Iago. for foure times seuen yeares, and since I could distinguish
Iago. betwixt a Benefit, and an Iniurie: I neuer found man that
Iago. knew how to loue himselfe. Ere I would say, I would
Iago. drowne my selfe for the loue of a Gynney Hen, I would