Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iago. Haue you not sometimes seene a Handkerchiefe
Iago. Spotted with Strawberries, in your wiues hand?
Oth. Oth.
Oth. I gaue her such a one: 'twas my first gift.
Iago. Iago.
Iago. I know not that: but such a Handkerchiefe
Iago. (I am sure it was your wiues) did I to day
Iago. See Cassio wipe his Beard with.
Oth. If it be that.
Iago. If it be that, or any, it was hers.
Iago. It speakes against her with the other proofes.
Othel. Othel.
Othel. O that the Slaue had forty thousand liues:
Othel. One is too poore, too weake for my reuenge.
Othel. Now do I see 'tis true. Looke heere Iago,
Othel. All my fond loue thus do I blow to Heauen. 'Tis gone.
Othel. Arise blacke vengeance, from the hollow hell,
Othel. Yeeld vp (O Loue) thy Crowne, and hearted Throne