Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rodo. Rodo.
Rodo. I cannot beleeue that in her, she's full of most
Rodo. bless'd condition.
Iago. Iago.
Iago. Bless'd figges‑end. The Wine she drinkes is
Iago. made of grapes. If shee had beene bless'd, shee would
Iago. neuer haue lou'd the Moore: Bless'd pudding. Didst thou
Iago. not see her paddle with the palme of his hand? Didst not
Iago. marke that?
Rod. Rod.
Rod. Yes, that I did: but that was but curtesie.
Iago. Leacherie by this hand: an Index, and obscure
Iago. prologue to the History of Lust and foule Thoughts.
Iago. They met so neere with their lippes, that their breathes
Iago. embrac'd together. Villanous thoughts Rodorigo, when
Iago. these mutabilities so marshall the way, hard at hand
Iago. comes the Master, and maine exercise, th'incorporate
Iago. conclusion: Pish. But Sir, be you rul'd by me. I haue
Iago. brought you from Venice. Watch you to night: for