Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lod. That can torment him much, and hold him long,
Lod. It shall be his. You shall close Prisoner rest,
Lod. Till that the Nature of your fault be knowne
Lod. To the Venetian State. Come, bring away.
Oth. Oth.
Oth. Soft you; a word or two before you goe:
Oth. I haue done the State some seruice, and they know't:
Oth. No more of that. I pray you in your Letters,
Oth. When you shall these vnluckie deeds relate,
Oth. Speake of me, as I am. Nothing extenuate,
Oth. Nor set downe ought in malice.
Oth. Then must you speake,
Oth. Of one that lou'd not wisely, but too well:
Oth. Of one, not easily Iealious, but being wrought,
Oth. Perplexed in the extreame: Of one, whose hand
Oth. (Like the base Iudean) threw a Pearle away
Oth. Richer then all his Tribe: Of one, whose subdu'd Eyes,
Oth. Albeit vn‑vsed to the melting moode,
Oth. Drops teares as fast as the Arabian Trees
Oth. Their Medicinable gumme. Set you downe this: