Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Oth. Beate a Venetian, and traduc'd the State,
Oth. I tooke by th'throat the circumcised Dogge,
Oth. And smoate him, thus.
Lod. Lod.
Lod. Oh bloody period.
Gra. Gra.
Gra. All that is spoke, is marr'd.
Oth. Oth.
Oth. I kist thee, ere I kill'd thee: No way but this,
Oth. Killing my selfe, to dye vpon a kisse.
Oth. Dyes
Oth. Cassio.
Oth. the Moore of Venice.
Cas. Cas.
Cas. This did I feare, but thought he had no weapon:
Cas. For he was great of heart.
Lod. Oh Sparton Dogge:
Lod. More fell then Anguish, Hunger, or the Sea:
Lod. Looke on the Tragicke Loading of this bed: