Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Oth. Thinke on thy sinnes.
Des. Des.
Des. They are Loues I beare to you.
Oth. Oth.
Oth. I, and for that thou dy'st.
Des. That death's vnnaturall, that kils for louing.
Des. Alas, why gnaw you so your nether‑lip?
Des. Some bloody passion shakes your very Frame:
Des. These are portents: but yet I hope, I hope,
Des. They do not point on me.
Oth. Peace, and be still.
Des. I will so: What's the matter?
Oth. That Handkerchiefe
Oth. Which I so lou'd, and gaue thee, thou gau'st to Cassio.
Des. No by my Life, and Soule: send for the man,