Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iago. And when she seem'd to shake, and feare your lookes,
Iago. She lou'd them most.
Oth. Oth.
Oth. And so she did.
Iago. Iago.
Iago. Why go too then:
Iago. Shee that so young could giue out such a Seeming
Iago. To seele her Fathers eyes vp, close as Oake,
Iago. He thought 'twas Witchcraft.
Iago. But I am much too blame:
Iago. I humbly do beseech you of your pardon
Iago. For too much louing you.
Oth. I am bound to thee for euer.
Iago. I see this hath a little dash'd your Spirits:
Oth. Not a iot, not a iot.
Iago. Trust me, I feare it has: