Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Æmil. within.
Æmil. What hoa? my Lord, my Lord?
Oth. Oth.
Oth. Who's there?
Æmil. Æmil.
Æmil. Oh good my Lord, I would speake a word
Æmil. with you.
Oth. Yes: 'Tis Æmilia: by and by. Shee's dead.
Oth. 'Tis like she comes to speake of Cassio's death:
Oth. The noise was high. Hah, no more moouing?
Oth. Still as the Graue. Shall she come in? Wer't good?
Oth. I thinke she stirres againe. No, what's best to do?
Oth. If she come in, shee'l sure speake to my wife:
Oth. My wife, my wife: what wife? I haue no wife.
Oth. Oh insupportable! Oh heauy houre!
Oth. Me thinkes, it should be now a huge Eclipse
Oth. Of Sunne, and Moone; and that th'affrighted Globe
Oth. Did yawne at Alteration.