Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lod. Till that the Nature of your fault be knowne
Lod. To the Venetian State. Come, bring away.
Oth. Oth.
Oth. Soft you; a word or two before you goe:
Oth. I haue done the State some seruice, and they know't:
Oth. No more of that. I pray you in your Letters,
Oth. When you shall these vnluckie deeds relate,
Oth. Speake of me, as I am. Nothing extenuate,
Oth. Nor set downe ought in malice.
Oth. Then must you speake,
Oth. Of one that lou'd not wisely, but too well:
Oth. Of one, not easily Iealious, but being wrought,
Oth. Perplexed in the extreame: Of one, whose hand
Oth. (Like the base Iudean) threw a Pearle away
Oth. Richer then all his Tribe: Of one, whose subdu'd Eyes,
Oth. Albeit vn‑vsed to the melting moode,
Oth. Drops teares as fast as the Arabian Trees
Oth. Their Medicinable gumme. Set you downe this:
Oth. And say besides, that in Aleppo once,
Oth. Where a malignant, and a Turbond‑Turke