Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iago. And hold her free, I do beseech your Honor.
Oth. Oth.
Oth. Feare not my gouernment.
Iago. Iago.
Iago. I once more take my leaue.
Iago. Exit.
Oth. This Fellow's of exceeding honesty,
Oth. And knowes all Quantities with a learn'd Spirit
Oth. Of humane dealings. If I do proue her Haggard,
Oth. Though that her Iesses were my deere heart‑strings,
Oth. I'ld whistle her off, and let her downe the winde
Oth. To prey at Fortune. Haply, for I am blacke,
Oth. And haue not those soft parts of Conuersation
Oth. That Chamberers haue: Or for I am declin'd
Oth. Into the vale of yeares (yet that's not much)
Oth. Shee's gone. I am abus'd, and my releefe
Oth. Must be to loath her. Oh Curse of Marriage!
Oth. That we can call these delicate Creatures ours,
Oth. And not their Appetites? I had rather be a Toad,