Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iago. He hath a dayly beauty in his life,
Iago. That makes me vgly: and besides, the Moore
Iago. May vnfold me to him: there stand I in much perill:
Iago. No, he must dye. But so, I heard him comming.
Iago. Enter Cassio.
Rod. Rod.
Rod. I know his gate, 'tis he: Villaine thou dyest.
Cas. Cas.
Cas. That thrust had beene mine enemy indeed,
Cas. But that my Coate is better then thou know'st:
Cas. I will make proofe of thine.
Rod. Oh, I am slaine.
Cassio. Cassio.
Cassio. I am maym'd for euer:
Cassio. Helpe hoa: Murther, murther.
Cassio. Enter Othello.
Oth. Oth.
Oth. The voyce of Cassio, Iago keepes his word.