Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sen. You must away to night.
Othe. Othe.
Othe. With all my heart.
Duke. Duke.
Duke. At nine i'th'morning, here wee'l meete againe.
Duke. Othello, leaue some Officer behind
Duke. And he shall our Commission bring to you:
Duke. And such things else of qualitie and respect
Duke. As doth import you.
Othe. So please your Grace, my Ancient,
Othe. A man he is of honesty and trust:
Othe. To his conueyance I assigne my wife,
Othe. With what else needfull, your good Grace shall think
Othe. To be sent after me.
Duke. Let it be so:
Duke. Good night to euery one. And Noble Signior,
Duke. If Vertue no delighted Beautie lacke,
Duke. Your Son‑in‑law is farre more Faire then Blacke.