Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mal. Beleeue me I am not, I tell thee true.
Clo. Clo.
Clo. Nay, Ile nere beleeue a madman till I see his brains
Clo. I will fetch you light, and paper, and inke.
Mal. Mal.
Mal. Foole, Ile requite it in the highest degree:
Mal. I prethee be gone.
Clo. I am gone sir, and anon sir,
Clo. Ile be with you againe:
Clo. In a trice, like to the old vice,
Clo. your neede to sustaine.
Clo. Who with dagger of lath, in his rage and his wrath,
Clo. cries ah ha, to the diuell:
Clo. Like a mad lad, paire thy nayles dad,
Clo. Adieu good man diuell.
Clo. Exit
Clo. Scæna Tertia.
Clo. [Act 4, Scene 3]
Clo. Enter Sebastian.