Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iago. But Riches finelesse, is as poore as Winter,
Iago. To him that euer feares he shall be poore:
Iago. Good Heauen, the Soules of all my Tribe defend
Iago. From Iealousie.
Oth. Oth.
Oth. Why? why is this?
Oth. Think'st thou, I'ld make a Life of Iealousie;
Oth. To follow still the changes of the Moone
Oth. With fresh suspitions? No: to be once in doubt,
Oth. Is to be resolu'd: Exchange me for a Goat,
Oth. When I shall turne the businesse of my Soule
Oth. To such exufflicate, and blow'd Surmises,
Oth. Matching thy inference. 'Tis not to make me Iealious,
Oth. To say my wife is faire, feeds well, loues company,
Oth. Is free of Speech, Sings, Playes, and Dances:
Oth. Where Vertue is, these are more vertuous.
Oth. Nor from mine owne weake merites, will I draw
Oth. The smallest feare, or doubt of her reuolt,
Oth. For she had eyes, and chose me. No Iago,
Oth. Ile see before I doubt; when I doubt, proue;