Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Des. Des.
Des. Oh Heauen forgiue vs.
Othe. Othe.
Othe. I cry you mercy then.
Othe. I tooke you for that cunning Whore of Venice,
Othe. That married with Othello. You Mistris,
Othe. Enter Æmilia.
Othe. That haue the office opposite to Saint Peter,
Othe. And keepes the gate of hell. You, you: I you.
Othe. We haue done our course: there's money for your paines:
Othe. I pray you turne the key, and keepe our counsaile.
Othe. Exit.
Æmil. Æmil.
Æmil. Alas, what do's this Gentleman conceiue?
Æmil. How do you Madam? how do you my good Lady?
Des. Faith, halfe a sleepe.
Æmi. Æmi.
Æmi. Good Madam,
Æmi. What's the matter with my Lord?