Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clot. I will not.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. Fooles are not mad Folkes.
Clot. Clot.
Clot. Do you call me Foole?
Imo. As I am mad I do:
Imo. If you'l be patient, Ile no more be mad,
Imo. That cures vs both. I am much sorry (Sir)
Imo. You put me to forget a Ladies manners
Imo. By being so verball: and learne now, for all,
Imo. That I which know my heart, do heere pronounce
Imo. By th'very truth of it, I care not for you,
Imo. And am so neere the lacke of Charitie
Imo. To accuse my selfe, I hate you: which I had rather
Imo. You felt, then make't my boast.
Clot. You sinne against
Clot. Obedience, which you owe your Father, for
Clot. The Contract you pretend with that base Wretch,