Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Æmil. The Moore's abus'd by some most villanous Knaue,
Æmil. Some base notorious Knaue, some scuruy Fellow.
Æmil. Oh Heauens, that such companions thou'd'st vnfold,
Æmil. And put in euery honest hand a whip
Æmil. To lashA stain partially obscures this word. the Rascalls naked through the world,
Æmil. Euen from the East to th'West.
Iago. Iago.
Iago. Speake within doore.
Æmil. Æmil.
Æmil. Oh fie vpon them: some such Squire he was
Æmil. That turn'd your wit, the seamy‑side without,
Æmil. And made you to suspect me with the Moore.
Iago. You are a Foole: go too.
Des. Des.
Des. Alas Iago,
Des. What shall I do to win my Lord againe?
Des. Good Friend, go to him: for by this light of Heauen,
Des. I know not how I lost him. Heere I kneele:
Des. If ere my will did trespasse 'gainst his Loue,