Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iago. As Ignorance, made drunke. But yet, I say,
Iago. If imputation, and strong circumstances,
Iago. Which leade directly to the doore of Truth,
Iago. Will giue you satisfaction, you might haue't.
Oth. Oth.
Oth. Giue me a liuing reason she's disloyall.
Iago. Iago.
Iago. I do not like the Office.
Iago. But sith I am entred in this cause so farre
Iago. (Prick'd too't by foolish Honesty, and Loue)
Iago. I will go on. I lay with Cassio lately,
Iago. And being troubled with a raging tooth,
Iago. I could not sleepe. There are a kinde of men,
Iago. So loose of Soule, that in their sleepes will mutter
Iago. Their Affayres: one of this kinde is Cassio:
Iago. In sleepe I heard him say, sweet Desdemona,
Iago. Let vs be wary, let vs hide our Loues,
Iago. And then (Sir) would he gripe, and wring my hand:
Iago. Cry, oh sweet Creature: then kisse me hard,
Iago. As if he pluckt vp kisses by the rootes,