Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iago. It is meerly a Lust of the blood, and a permission
Iago. of the will. Come, be a man: drowne thy selfe? Drown
Iago. Cats, and blind Puppies. I haue profest me thy Friend,
Iago. and I confesse me knit to thy deseruing, with Cables of
Iago. perdurable toughnesse. I could neuer better steed thee
Iago. then now. Put Money in thy purse: follow thou the
Iago. Warres, defeate thy fauour, with an vsurp'd Beard. I say
Iago. put Money in thy purse. It cannot be long that Desdemona
Iago. should continue her loue to the Moore. Put Money in
Iago. thy purse: nor he his to her. It was a violent Commence
Iago. ment in her, and thou shalt see an answerable Seque
Iago. stration, put but Money in thy purse. These Moores
Iago. are changeable in their wils: fill thy purse with Money.
Iago. The Food that to him now is as lushious as Locusts,
Iago. shalbe to him shortly, as bitter as Coloquintida. She
Iago. must change for youth: when she is sated with his body
Iago. she will find the errors of her choice. Therefore, put Mo
Iago. ney in thy purse. If thou wilt needs damne thy selfe, do
Iago. it a more delicate way then drowning. Make all the Mo
Iago. ney thou canst: If Sanctimonie, and a fraile vow, be