Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Oth. Oth.
Oth. I gaue her such a one: 'twas my first gift.
Iago. Iago.
Iago. I know not that: but such a Handkerchiefe
Iago. (I am sure it was your wiues) did I to day
Iago. See Cassio wipe his Beard with.
Oth. If it be that.
Iago. If it be that, or any, it was hers.
Iago. It speakes against her with the other proofes.
Othel. Othel.
Othel. O that the Slaue had forty thousand liues:
Othel. One is too poore, too weake for my reuenge.
Othel. Now do I see 'tis true. Looke heere Iago,
Othel. All my fond loue thus do I blow to Heauen. 'Tis gone.
Othel. Arise blacke vengeance, from the hollow hell,
Othel. Yeeld vp (O Loue) thy Crowne, and hearted Throne
Othel. To tyrannous Hate. Swell bosome with thy fraught,
Othel. For 'tis of Aspickes tongues.