Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Æmil. As I? Fie vpon thee.
Iago. Iago.
Iago. Kinde Gentlemen:
Iago. Let's go see poore Cassio drest.
Iago. Come Mistris, you must tel's another Tale.
Iago. Æmilia, run you to the Cittadell,
Iago. And tell my Lord and Lady, what hath happ'd:
Iago. Will you go on afore? This is the night
Iago. That either makes me, or foredoes me quight.
Iago. Exeunt
Iago. scœna Secunda.
Iago. [Act 5, Scene 2]
Iago. Enter Othello, and Desdemona in her bed.
Oth. Oth.
Oth. It is the Cause, it is the Cause (my Soule)
Oth. Let me not name it to you, you chaste Starres,
Oth. It is the Cause. Yet Ile not shed her blood,
Oth. Nor scarre that whiter skin of hers, then Snow,
Oth. And smooth as Monumentall Alablaster:
Oth. Yet she must dye, else shee'l betray more men: