Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iago. In opposition bloody. I cannot speake
Iago. Any begining to this peeuish oddes.
Iago. And would, in Action glorious, I had lost
Iago. Those legges, that brought me to a part of it.
Othe. Othe.
Othe. How comes it (Michaell) you are thus forgot?
Cas. Cas.
Cas. I pray you pardon me, I cannot speake.
Othe. Worthy Montano, you were wont to be ciuill:
Othe. The grauitie, and stillnesse of your youth
Othe. The world hath noted. And your name is great
Othe. In mouthes of wisest Censure. What's the matter
Othe. That you vnlace your reputation thus,
Othe. And spend your rich opinion, for the name
Othe. Of a night‑brawler? Giue me answer to it.
Mon. Mon.
Mon. Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger,
Mon. Your Officer Iago, can informe you,
Mon. While I spare speech which something now offends me.