Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mon. I am glad on't:
Mon. 'Tis a worthy Gouernour.
3 3
3 But this same Cassio, though he speake of comfort,
3 Touching the Turkish losse, yet he lookes sadly,
3 And praye the Moore be safe; for they were parted
3 With fowle and violent Tempest.
Mon. Mon.
Mon. Pray Heauens he be:
Mon. For I haue seru'd him, and the man commands
Mon. Like a full Soldier. Let's to the Sea‑side (hoa)
Mon. As well to see the Vessell that's come in,
Mon. As to throw‑out our eyes for braue Othello,
Mon. Euen till we make the Maine, and th'Eriall blew,
Mon. An indistinct regard.
Gent. Gent.
Gent. Come, let's do so;
Gent. For euery Minute is expectancie
Gent. Of more Arriuancie.
Gent. Enter Cassio.