Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Des. Your wife my Lord: your true and loyall wife.
Othello. Othello.
Othello. Come sweare it: damne thy selfe, least
Othello. being like one of Heauen, the diuells themselues should
Othello. feare to ceaze thee. Therefore be double damn'd: sweare
Othello. thou art honest.
Des. Des.
Des. Heauen doth truely know it.
Othe. Othe.
Othe. Heauen truely knowes, that thou art false as hell.
Des. To whom my Lord?
Des. With whom? How am I false?
Othe. Ah Desdemon, away, away, away.
Des. Alas the heauy day: why do you weepe?
Des. Am I the motiue of these teares my Lord?
Des. If happely you my Father do suspect,
Des. An Instrument of this your calling backe,