Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iago. I know my price, I am worth no worsse a place.
Iago. But he (as louing his owne pride, and purposes)
Iago. Euades them, with a bumbast Circumstance,
Iago. Horribly stufft with Epithites of warre,
Iago. Non‑suites my Mediators. For certes, saies he,
Iago. I haue already chose my Officer. And what was he?
Iago. For‑sooth, a great Arithmatician,
Iago. One Michaell Cassio, a Florentine,
Iago. (A Fellow almost damn'd in a faire Wife)
Iago. That neuer set a Squadron in the Field,
Iago. Nor the deuision of a Battaile knows
Iago. More then a Spinster. Vnlesse the Bookish Theoricke:
Iago. Wherein the Tongued Consuls can propose
Iago. As Masterly as he. Meere pratle (without practise)
Iago. Is all his Souldiership. But he (Sir) had th'election;
Iago. And I (of whom his eies had seene the proofe
Iago. At Rhodes, at Ciprus, and on others grounds
Iago. Christen'd, and Heathen) must be be‑leed, and calm'd
Iago. By Debitor, and Creditor. This Counter‑caster,
Iago. He (in good time) must his Lieutenant be.