Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Oth. And liue vpon the vapour of a Dungeon,
Oth. Then keepe a corner in the thing I loue
Oth. For others vses. Yet 'tis the plague to Great‑ones,
Oth. Prerogatiu'd are they lesse then the Base,
Oth. 'Tis destiny vnshunnable, like death:
Oth. Euen then, this forked plague is Fated to vs,
Oth. When we do quicken. Looke where she comes:
Oth. Enter Desdemona and Æmilia.
Oth. If she be false, Heauen mock'd it selfe:
Oth. Ile not beleeue't.
Des. Des.
Des. How now, my deere Othello?
Des. Your dinner, and the generous Islanders
Des. By you inuited, do attend your presence.
Oth. Oth.
Oth. I am too blame.
Des. Why do you speake so faintly?
Des. Are you not well?