Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Othel. I Desdemona.
Des. Des.
Des. Will you come to bed, my Lord?
Oth. Oth.
Oth. Haue you pray'd to night, Desdemon?
Des. I my Lord.
Oth. If you bethinke your selfe of any Crime
Oth. Vnreconcil'd as yet to Heauen, and Grace,
Oth. Solicite for it straight.
Des. Alacke, my Lord,
Des. What may you meane by that?
Oth. Well, do it, and be breefe, I will walke by:
Oth. I would not kill thy vnprepared Spirit,
Oth. No, Heauens fore‑fend) I would not kill thy Soule.
Des. Talke you of killing?