Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gra. Gra.
Gra. Rodorigo?
Iago. Iago.
Iago. He, he, 'tis he:
Iago. Oh that's well said, the Chaire.
Iago. Some good man beare him carefully from hence,
Iago. Ile fetch the Generall's Surgeon. For you Mistris,
Iago. Saue you your labour. He that lies slaine heere (Cassio)
Iago. Was my deere friend. What malice was between you?
Cas. Cas.
Cas. None in the world: nor do I know the man?
Iago. What? looke you pale? Oh beare him o'th'Ayre.
Iago. Stay you good Gentlemen. Looke you pale, Mistris?
Iago. Do you perceiue the gastnesse of her eye?
Iago. Nay, if you stare, we shall heare more anon.
Iago. Behold her well: I pray you looke vpon her:
Iago. Do you see Gentlemen? Nay, guiltinesse will speake
Iago. Though tongues were out of vse.
Æmil. Æmil.