Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Othel. Othel.
Othel. What dost thou say?
Iago. Iago.
Iago. Nothing my Lord; or if⸺I know not what.
Othel. Was not that Cassio parted from my wife?
Iago. Cassio my Lord? No sure, I cannot thinke it
Iago. That he would steale away so guilty‑like,
Iago. Seeing your comming.
Oth. Oth.
Oth. I do beleeue 'twas he.
Des. Des.
Des. How now my Lord?
Des. I haue bin talking with a Suitor heere,
Des. A man that languishes in your displeasure.
Oth. Who is't you meane?
Des. Why your Lieutenant Cassio: Good my Lord,