Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iago. Till I am eeuen'd with him, wife, for wift.
Iago. Or fayling so, yet that I put the Moore,
Iago. At least into a Ielouzie so strong
Iago. That iudgement cannot cure. Which thing to do,
Iago. If this poore Trash of Venice, whom I trace
Iago. For his quicke hunting, stand the putting on,
Iago. Ile haue our Michael Cassio on the hip,
Iago. Abuse him to the Moore, in the right garbe
Iago. (For I feare Cassio with my Night‑Cape too)
Iago. Make the Moore thanke me, loue me, and reward me,
Iago. For making him egregiously an Asse,
Iago. And practising vpon his peace, and quiet,
Iago. Euen to madnesse. 'Tis heere: but yet confus'd,
Iago. Knaueries plaine face, is neuer seene, till vs'd.
Iago. Exit.
Iago. Scena Secunda.
Iago. [Act 2, Scene 2]
Iago. Enter Othello's, Herald with a Proclamation.
Herald. Herald.
Herald. It is Othello's pleasure, our Noble and Vali