Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Othel. Let him do his spight;
Othel. My Seruices, which I haue done the Signorie
Othel. Shall out‑tongue his Complaints. 'Tis yet to know,
Othel. Which when I know, that boasting is an Honour,
Othel. I shall promulgate. I fetch my life and being,
Othel. From Men of Royall Seige. And my demerites
Othel. May speake (vnbonnetted) to as proud a Fortune
Othel. As this that I haue reach'd. For know Iago,
Othel. But that I loue the gentle Desdemona,
Othel. I would not my vnhoused free condition
Othel. Put into Circumscription, and Confine,
Othel. For the Seas worth. But looke, what Lights come yond?
Othel. Enter Cassio, with Torches.
Iago. Iago.
Iago. Those are the raised Father, and his Friends:
Iago. You were best go in.
Othel. Othel.
Othel. Not I: I must be found.
Othel. My Parts, my Title, and my perfect Soule
Othel. Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they?