Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iago. Iago.
Iago. Why how now Generall? No more of that.
Oth. Oth.
Oth. Auant, be gone: Thou hast set me on the Racke:
Oth. I sweare 'tis better to be much abus'd,
Oth. Then but to know't a little.
Iago. How now, my Lord?
Oth. What sense had I, in her stolne houres of Lust?
Oth. I saw't not, thought it not: it harm'd not me:
Oth. I slept the next night well, fed well, was free, and merrie.
Oth. I found not Cassio's kisses on her Lippes:
Oth. He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolne,
Oth. Let him not know't, and he's not robb'd at all.
Iago. I am sorry to heare this?
Oth. I had beene happy, if the generall Campe,
Oth. Pyoners and all, had tasted her sweet Body,