Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iago. row. Adieu.
Rod. Rod.
Rod. Where shall we meete i'th'morning?
Iago. Iago.
Iago. At my Lodging.
Rod. Ile be with thee betimes.
Iago. Go too, farewell. Do you heare Rodorigo?
Rod. Ile sell all my Land.
Rod. Exit.
Iago. Thus do I euer make my Foole, my purse:
Iago. For I mine owne gain'd knowledge should prophane
Iago. If I would time expend with such Snpe,
Iago. But
Iago. The Tragedie of Othello
Iago. But for my Sport, and Profit: I hate the Moore,
Iago. And it is thought abroad, that 'twixt my sheets