Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Des. Des.
Des. Such as she said my Lord did say I was.
Æmil. Æmil.
Æmil. He call'd her whore: a Begger in his drinke:
Æmil. Could not haue laid such termes vpon his Callet.
Iago. Iago.
Iago. Why did he so?
Des. I do not know: I am sure I am none such.
Iago. Do not weepe, do not weepe: alas the day.
Æmil. Hath she forsooke so many Noble Matches?
Æmil. Her Father? And her Country? And her Friends?
Æmil. To be call'd Whore? Would it not make one wepe?
Des. It is my wretched Fortune.
Iago. Beshrew him for't:
Iago. How comes this Tricke vpon him?