Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Oth. Then answer my wak'd wrath.
Iago. Iago.
Iago. Is't come to this?
Oth. Oth.
Oth. Make me to see't: or (at the least) so proue it,
Oth. That the probation beare no Hindge, nor Loope,
Oth. To hang a doubt on: Or woe vpon thy life.
Iago. My Noble Lord.
Oth. If thou dost slander her, and torture me,
Oth. Neuer pray more: Abandon all remorse
Oth. On Horrors head, Horrors accumulate:
Oth. Do deeds to make Heauen weepe, all Earth amaz'd;
Oth. For nothing canst thou to damnation adde,
Oth. Greater then that.
Iago. O Grace! O Heauen forgiue me!
Iago. Are you a Man? Haue you a Soule? or Sense?
Iago. God buy you: take mine Office. Oh wretched Foole,