Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iago. The Messengers of Venice staies the meate,
Iago. Go in, and weepe not: all things shall be well.
Iago. Exeunt Desdemona and Æmilia.
Iago. Enter Rodorigo.
Iago. How now Rodorigo?
Rod. Rod.
Rod. I do not finde
Rod. That thou deal'st iustly with me.
Iago. Iago.
Iago. What in the contrarie?
Rodori. Rodori.
Rodori. Euery day thou dafts me with some deuise
Rodori. Iago, and rather, as it seemes to me now, keep'st from
Rodori. me all conueniencie, then suppliest me with the least ad
Rodori. uantage of hope: I will indeed no longer endure it. Nor
Rodori. am I yet perswaded to put vp in peace, what already I
Rodori. haue foolishly suffred.
Iago. Will you heare me Rodorigo?
Iago. Rodori. I