Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cas. Where are they?
Iago. Iago.
Iago. Heere, at the doore: I pray you call them in.
Cas. Cas.
Cas. Ile do't, but it dislikes me.
Cas. Exit.
Iago. If I can fasten but one Cup vpon him
Iago. With that which he hath drunke to night alreadie,
Iago. He'l be as full of Quarrell, and offence
Iago. As my yong Mistris dogge.
Iago. Now my sicke Foole Rodorigo,
Iago. Whom Loue hath turn'd almost the wrong side out,
Iago. To Desdemona hath to night Carrows'd.
Iago. Potations, pottle‑deepe; and he's to watch.
Iago. Three else of Cyprus, Noble swelling Spirites,
Iago. (That hold their Honours in a wary distance,
Iago. The very Elements of this Warrelike Isle)
Iago. Haue I to night fluster'd with flowing Cups,
Iago. And they Watch too.