Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Othe. Falls in a Traunce.
Iago. Iago.
Iago. Worke on,
Iago. My Medicine workes. Thus credulous Fooles are caught,
Iago. And many worthy, and chast Dames euen thus,
Iago. (All guiltlesse) meete reproach: what hoa? My Lord?
Iago. My Lord, I say: Othello.
Iago. Enter Cassio.
Iago. How now Cassio?
Cas. Cas.
Cas. What's the matter?
Iago. My Lord is falne into an Epilepsie,
Iago. This is his second Fit: he had one yesterday.
Cas. Rub him about the Temples.
Iago. The Lethargie must haue his quyet course:
Iago. If not, he foames at mouth: and by and by
Iago. Breakes out to sauage madnesse Looke, he stirres: