Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iago. I see you are eaten vp with Passion:
Iago. I do repent me, that I put it to you.
Iago. You would be satisfied?
Oth. Oth.
Oth. Would? Nay, and I will.
Iago. Iago.
Iago. And may: but how? How satisfied, my Lord?
Iago. Would you the super‑vision grossely gape on?
Iago. Behold her top'd?
Oth. Death, and damnation. Oh!
Iago. It were a tedious difficulty, I thinke,
Iago. To bring them to that Prospect: Damne them then,
Iago. If euer mortall eyes do see them boulster
Iago. More then their owne. What then? How then?
Iago. What shall I say? Where's Satisfaction?
Iago. It is impossible you should see this,
Iago. Were they as prime as Goates, as hot as Monkeyes,
Iago. As salt as Wolues in pride, and Fooles as grosse