Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Othe. Mistris.
Des. Des.
Des. My Lord.
Othe. Othe.
Othe. What would you with her, Sir?
Lod. Lod.
Lod. Who I, my Lord?
Othe. I, you did wish, that I would make her turne:
Othe. Sir, she can turne, and turne: and yet go on
Othe. And turne againe. And she can weepe, Sir, weepe.
Othe. And she's obedient: as you say obedient.
Othe. Very obedient: proceed you in your teares.
Othe. Concerning this Sir, (oh well‑painted passion)
Othe. I am commanded home: get you away:
Othe. Ile send for you anon. Sir I obey the Mandate,
Othe. And will returne to Venice. Hence, auaunt:
Othe. Cassio shall haue my Place. And Sir, to night
Othe. I do entreat, that we may sup together.
Othe. You are welcome Sir to Cyprus.