Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iago. I warrant thee. Meete me by and by at the
Iago. Cittadell. I must fetch his Necessaries a Shore. Fare
Iago. well.
Iago. Exit.
Rodo. Rodo.
Rodo. Adieu.
Iago. Iago.
Iago. That Cassio loues her, I do well beleeu't:
Iago. That she loues him, 'tis apt, and of great Credite.
Iago. The Moore (howbeit that I endure him not)
Iago. Is of a constant, louing, Noble Nature,
Iago. And I dare thinke, he'le proue to Desdemona
Iago. A most deere husband. Now I do loue her too,
Iago. Not out of absolute Lust, (though peraduenture
Iago. I stand accomptant for as great a sin)
Iago. But partely led to dyet my Reuenge,
Iago. For that I do suspect the lustie Moore
Iago. Hath leap'd into my Seate. The thought whereof,
Iago. Doth (like a poysonous Minerall) gnaw my Inwardes:
Iago. And nothing can, or shall content my Soule