Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iago. Weares out his time, much like his Masters Asse,
Iago. For naught but Prouender, & when he's old Casheer'd.
Iago. Whip me such honest knaues. Others there are
Iago. Who trym'd in Formes, and visages of Dutie,
Iago. Keepe yet their hearts attending on themselues,
Iago. And throwing but showes of Seruice on their Lords
Iago. Doe well thriue by them.
Iago. And when they haue lin'd their Coates
Iago. Doe themselues Homage.
Iago. These Fellowes haue some soule,
Iago. And such a one do I professe my selfe. For (Sir)
Iago. It is as sure as you are Rodorigo,
Iago. Were I the Moore, I would not be Iago:
Iago. In following him, I follow but my selfe.
Iago. Heauen is my Iudge, not I for loue and dutie,
Iago. But seeming so, for my peculiar end:
Iago. For when my outward Action doth demonstrate
Iago. The natiue act, and figure of my heart
Iago. In Complement externe, 'tis not long after
Iago. But I will weare my heart vpon my sleeue