Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Æmil. My Husband say she was false?
Oth. Oth.
Oth. He, Woman;
Oth. I say thy Husband: Do'st vnderstand the word?
Oth. My Friend, thy Husband; honest, honest Iago.
Æmil. Æmil.
Æmil. If he say so, may his pernicious Soule
Æmil. Rot halfe a graine a day: he lyes to'th'heart,
Æmil. She was too fond of her most filthy Bargaine.
Oth. Hah?
Æmil. Do thy worst:
Æmil. This deede of thine is no more worthy Heauen,
Æmil. Then thou was't worthy her.
Oth. Peace, you were best.
Æmil. Thou hast not halfe that powre to do me harm,
Æmil. As I haue to be hurt. Oh Gull, oh dolt,