Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iago. Then what he found himselfe was apt, and true.
Æmil. Æmil.
Æmil. But did you euer tell him,
Æmil. She was false?
Iago. Iago.
Iago. I did.
Æmil. You told a Lye an odious damned Lye:
Æmil. Vpon my Soule, a Lye; a wicked Lye.
Æmil. Shee false with Cassio?
Æmil. Did you say with Cassio?
Iago. With Cassio, Mistris?
Iago. Go too, charme your tongue.
Emil. Emil.
Emil. I will not charme my Tongue;
Emil. I am bound to speake,
Emil. My Mistris heere lyes murthered in her bed.
All. All.
All. Oh Heauens, forefend.