Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Æmil. Alas, what is the matter?
Æmil. What is the matter, Husband?
Iago. Iago.
Iago. Cassio hath heere bin set on in the darke
Iago. By Rodorigo, and Fellowes that are scap'd:
Iago. He's almost slaine, and Rodorigo quite dead.
Æmil. Æmil.
Æmil. Alas good Gentleman: alas good Cassio.
Iago. This is the fruits of whoring. Prythe Æmilia,
Iago. Go know of Cassio where he supt to night.
Iago. What, do you shake at that?
Bian. Bian.
Bian. He supt at my house, but I therefore shake not.
Iago. O did he so? I charge you go with me.
Æmil. Oh fie vpon thee Strumpet.
Bian. I am no Strumpet, but of life as honest,