Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iago. Oh, 'tis the spight of hell, the Fiends Arch‑mock,
Iago. To lip a wanton in secure Cowch;
Iago. And to suppose her chast. No, let me know,
Iago. And knowing what I am, I know what she shallbe.
Oth. Oth.
Oth. Oh, thou art wise: 'tis certaine.
Iago. Iago.
Iago. Stand you a while apart,
Iago. Confine your selfe but in a patient List,
Iago. Whil'st you were heere, o're‑whelmed with your griefe
Iago. (A passion most resulting such a man)
Iago. Cassio came hither. I shifted him away,
Iago. And layd good scuses vpon your Extasie,
Iago. Bad him anon returne: and heere speake with me,
Iago. The which he promis'd. Do but encaue your selfe,
Iago. And marke the Fleeres, the Gybes, and notable Scornes
Iago. That dwell in euery Region of his face.
Iago. For I will make him tell the Tale anew;
Iago. WHere, how, how oft, how long ago, and when
Iago. He hath, and is agine o cope your wife.