‘I’ ?
Parolles: I, so I say.
Antony: I, and my Sword, will earne our Chronicle
Cleopatra: I, I, farewell.
Rosalind: I, of a Snaile : for þough he comes slowly, hee carries his house on his head
Apemantus: I, to see meate fill Knaves, and Wine heat fooles.
King John: I, wiþ þese Christall beads heavē shall be brib’d
Gremio: I, by goggs woones quoþ he, and swore so loud
Pandarus: I, to þe leavening : but heeres yet in þe word hereafter, þe Kneading, þe making of þe Cake, þe heating of þe Ovē, and þe Baking ; nay, you must stay þe cooling too, or you may chance to burne þy lips.
Richard: I, if þe Divell tempt you to do good.
Lance: Aske my dogge, if he say I, it will : if hee say no, it will : if hee shake his taile, and say noþing, it will.
Mercutio: I, I, a scratch, a scratch, marry ’tis inough
Aron: I, like a blacke Dogge, as þe saying is.
Servant: I, and þe very parings of our Nayles
Strumbo: No I scorne her, and you, and you. I, I scorne you all.
Edmond: I, Nuncle, or spit fire upp’oþ seeling !
Andrew Aguecheek: I, I. I care not for good life.
Juliet: Doest þou Love ? I know þou wilt say I
Michael Williams: I, hee said so, to make us fight chearefully : but whē our þroats are cut, hee may be ransom’d, and wee ne’re þe wiser.
Lucio: I, why not ? Grace, is Grace, despight of all controversie : as for example ; Þou þy selfe art a wicked villaine, despight of all Grace.
Sinklo: I, heere’s a Deere, whose skin’s a Keepers Fee
Lear: To say I, and no, to every þing þat I said : I, and no too, was no good Divinity.
Poynes: I, I, he said foure.
Falstaf: Þese foure came all a-front, and mainely þrust at me ; I made no more adoe, but tooke all þeir sevē points in my Targuet, þus.
Hal: 7 ? why þere were but 4, evē now.
Parson: I, and her faþer is make her a petter penny
Shylock: I, I, þree þousand ducats.
Serjant Raven-Shaw: I, well said serjant, tis good to cast about for mony.
Lady Gray: Please you dismiße me, eyþer wiþ I, or no.
Richard: Goe, count þy Way wiþ Sighes ; I, mine wiþ Groanes.
Oþello: Oh I, as Sommer Flyes are in þe Shambles
Hamlet: To sleepe, perchance to Dreame ; I, þere’s þe rub,
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