Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iago. As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad:
Iago. And his vnbookish Ielousie must conserue
Iago. Poore Cassio's smiles, gestures, and light behauiours
Iago. Quite in the wrong. How do you Lieutenant?
Cas. Cas.
Cas. The worser, that you giue me the addition,
Cas. Whose want euen killes me.
Iago. Iago.
Iago. Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure on't:
Iago. Now, if this Suit lay in Bianca's dowre,
Iago. How quickely should you speed?
Cas. Alas poore Caitiffe.
Oth. Oth.
Oth. Looke how he laughes already.
Iago. I neuer knew woman loue man so.
Cas. Alas poore Rogue, I thinke indeed she loues me.