Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ia. Though in the trade of Warre I haue slaine men,
Ia. Yet do I hold it very stuffe o'th'conscience
Ia. To do no contriu'd Murder: I lacke Iniquitie
Ia. Sometime to do me seruice. Nine, or ten times
Ia. I had thought t'haue yerk'd him here vnder the Ribbes.
Othello. Othello.
Othello. 'Tis better as it is.
Iago. Iago.
Iago. Nay but he prated,
Iago. And spoke such scuruy, and prouoking termes
Iago. Against your Honor, that with the little godlinesse I haue
Iago. I did full hard forbeare him. But I pray you Sir,
Iago. Are you fast married? Be assur'd of this,
Iago. That the Magnifico is much belou'd,
Iago. And hath in his effect a voice potentiall
Iago. As double as the Dukes: He will diuorce you.
Iago. Or put vpon you, what restraint or greeuance,
Iago. The
Iago. The Tragedie of Othello
Iago. The Law (with all his might, to enforce it on)