Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iago. I do beseech you,
Iago. Though I perchance am vicious in my guesse
Iago. (As I confesse it is my Natures plague
Iago. To spy into Abuses, and of my iealousie
Iago. Shapes faults that are not) that your wisedome
Iago. From one, that so imperfectly conceits,
Iago. Would take no notice, nor build your selfe a trouble
Iago. Out of his scattering, and vnsure obseruance:
Iago. It were not for your quiet, nor your good,
Iago. Nor for my Manhood, Honesty, and Wisedome,
Iago. To let you know my thoughts.
Oth. Oth.
Oth. What dost thou meane?
Iago. Iago.
Iago. Good name in Man, & woman (deere my Lord)
Iago. Is the immediate Iewell of their Soules;
Iago. Who steales my purse, steales trash:
Iago. 'Tis something, nothing;
Iago. 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has bin slaue to thousands:
Iago. But he that filches from me my good Name,