Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iago. Iago.
Iago. Awake: what hoa, Brabantio: Theeues, Theeues.
Iago. Looke to your house, your daughter, and your Bags,
Iago. Theeues, Theeues.
Bra. Bra.
Bra. Aboue.
Bra. What is the reason of this terrible
Bra. Summons? What is the matter there?
Rodo. Rodo.
Rodo. Signior is all your Familie within?
Iago. Are your Doores lock'd?
Bra. Why? Wherefore ask you this?
Iago. Sir, y'are rob'd, for shame put on your Gowne,
Iago. Your
Iago. the Moore of Venice.
Iago. Your heart is burst, you haue lost halfe your soule
Iago. Euen now, now, very now, an old blacke Ram