Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Oth. I prythee speake to me, as to thy thinkings,
Oth. As thou dost ruminate, and giue thy worst of thoughts
Oth. The
Oth. The Tragedie of Othello
Oth. The worst of words.
Iago. Iago.
Iago. Good my Lord pardon me,
Iago. Though I am bound to euery Acte of dutie,
Iago. I am not bound to that: All Slaues are free:
Iago. Vtter my Thoughts? Why say, they are vild, and falce?
Iago. As where's that Palace, whereinto foule things
Iago. Sometimes intrude not? Who ha's that breast so pure,
Iago. Wherein vncleanly Apprehensions
Iago. Keepe Leetes, and Law‑dayes, and in Sessions sit
Iago. With meditations lawfull?
Oth. Oth.
Oth. Thou do'st conspire against thy Friend (Iago)
Oth. If thou but think'st him wrong'd, and mak'st his eare
Oth. A stranger to thy Thoughts.