Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iago. Long liue she so;
Iago. And long liue you to thinke so.
Oth. Oth.
Oth. And yet how Nature erring from it selfe.
Iago. Iago.
Iago. I, there's the point:
Iago. As (to be bold with you)
Iago. Not to affect many proposed Matches
Iago. Of her owne Clime, Complexion, and Degree,
Iago. Whereto we see in all things, Nature tends:
Iago. Foh, one may smel in such, a will most ranke,
Iago. Foule disproportions, Thoughts vnnaturall.
Iago. But (pardon me) I do not in position
Iago. Distinctly speake of her, though I may feare
Iago. Her will, recoyling to her better iudgement,
Iago. May fal to match you with her Country formes,
Iago. And happily repent.
Oth. Farewell, farewell:
Oth. If more thou dost perceiue, let me know more: