Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iago. Iago.
Iago. She did deceiue her Father, marrying you,
Iago. And when she seem'd to shake, and feare your lookes,
Iago. She lou'd them most.
Oth. Oth.
Oth. And so she did.
Iago. Why go too then:
Iago. Shee that so young could giue out such a Seeming
Iago. To seele her Fathers eyes vp, close as Oake,
Iago. He thought 'twas Witchcraft.
Iago. But I am much too blame:
Iago. I humbly do beseech you of your pardon
Iago. For too much louing you.
Oth. I am bound to thee for euer.
Iago. I see this hath a little dash'd your Spirits:
Oth. Not a iot, not a iot.