Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Lod. the Moore of Venice.
Othe. Othe.
Othe. Mistris.
Des. Des.
Des. My Lord.
Othe. What would you with her, Sir?
Lod. Lod.
Lod. Who I, my Lord?
Othe. I, you did wish, that I would make her turne:
Othe. Sir, she can turne, and turne: and yet go on
Othe. And turne againe. And she can weepe, Sir, weepe.
Othe. And she's obedient: as you say obedient.
Othe. Very obedient: proceed you in your teares.
Othe. Concerning this Sir, (oh well‑painted passion)
Othe. I am commanded home: get you away:
Othe. Ile send for you anon. Sir I obey the Mandate,
Othe. And will returne to Venice. Hence, auaunt:
Othe. Cassio shall haue my Place. And Sir, to night