Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Othe. Looke if my gentle Loue be not rais'd vp:
Othe. Ile make thee an example.
Des. Des.
Des. What is the matter (Deere?)
Othe. Othe.
Othe. All's well, Sweeting:
Othe. Come away to bed. Sir for your hurts,
Othe. My selfe will be your Surgeon. Lead him off:
Othe. Iago, looke with care about the Towne,
Othe. And silence those whom this vil'd brawle distracted.
Othe. Come Desdemona, 'tis the Soldiers life,
Othe. To haue their Balmy slumbers wak'd with strife.
Othe. Exit.
Iago. Iago.
Iago. What are you hurt Lieutenant?
Cas. Cas.
Cas. I, past all Surgery.
Iago. Marry Heauen forbid.