Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iago. And fixe most firme thy Resolution.
Rod. Rod.
Rod. Be neere at hand, I may miscarry in't.
Iago. Iago.
Iago. Heere, at thy hand: Be bold, & take thy stand.
Rod. I haue no great deuotion to the deed,
Rod. And yet he hath giuen me satisfying Reasons:
Rod. 'Tis but a man gone. Forth my Sword: he dies.
Iago. I haue rub'd this yong Quat almost to the sense,
Iago. And he growes angry. Now, whether he kill Cassio,
Iago. Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other,
Iago. Euery way makes my gaine. Liue Rodorigo,
Iago. He calles me to a restitution large
Iago. Of Gold, and Iewels, that I bob'd from him,
Iago. As Guifts to Desdemona.
Iago. It must not be: If Cassio do remaine,
Iago. He hath a dayly beauty in his life,
Iago. That makes me vgly: and besides, the Moore