Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iago. Iago.
Iago. Oh you are well tun'd now: But Ile set downe
Iago. the peggs that make this Musicke, as honest as I am.
Iago. tt
Iago. Othe.
Iago. The Tragedie of Othello
Othe. Othe.
Othe. Come: let vs to the Castle.
Othe. Newes (Friends) our Warres are done:
Othe. The urkes are drown'd.
Othe. How do's my old Acquaintance of this Isle?
Othe. (Hony) you shall be well desir'd in Cyprus,
Othe. I haue found great loue among'st them. Oh my Sweet,
Othe. I prattle out of fashion, and I doate
Othe. In mine owne comforts. I prythee, good Iago,
Othe. Go to the Bay, and disimbarke my Coffers:
Othe. Bring thou the Master to the Cittadell,
Othe. He is a good one, and his worthynesse
Othe. Do's challenge much respect. Come Desdemona,
Othe. Once more well met at Cyprus.