Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iago. (In personall suite to make me his Lieutenant)
Iago. Off‑capt to him: and by the faith of man
Iago. I know my price, I am worth no worsse a place.
Iago. But he (as louing his owne pride, and purposes)
Iago. Euades them, with a bumbast Circumstance,
Iago. Horribly stufft with Epithites of warre,
Iago. Non‑suites my Mediators. For certes, saies he,
Iago. I haue already chose my Officer. And what was he?
Iago. For‑sooth, a great Arithmatician,
Iago. One Michaell Cassio, a Florentine,
Iago. (A Fellow almost damn'd in a faire Wife)
Iago. That neuer set a Squadron in the Field,
Iago. Nor the deuision of a Battaile knows
Iago. More then a Spinster. Vnlesse the Bookish Theoricke:
Iago. Wherein the Tongued Consuls can propose
Iago. As Masterly as he. Meere pratle (without practise)
Iago. Is all his Souldiership. But he (Sir) had th'election;
Iago. And I (of whom his eies had seene the proofe
Iago. At Rhodes, at Ciprus, and on others grounds
Iago. Christen'd, and Heathen) must be be‑leed, and calm'd