Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Des. The Tragedie of Othello
Des. So get thee gone, good night: mine eyes do itch:
Des. Doth that boade weeping?
Æmil. Æmil.
Æmil. 'Tis neyther heere, nor there.
Des. Des.
Des. I haue heard it said so. O these Men, these men!
Des. Do'st thou in conscience thinke (tell me Æmilia)
Des. That there be women do abuse their husbands
Des. In such grosse kinde?
Æmil. There be some such, no question.
Des. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the world?
Æmil. Why, would not you?
Des. No, by this Heauenly light.
Æmil. Nor I neither, by this Heauenly light: