Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iago. His Breeches cost him but a Crowne,
Iago. He held them Six pence all to deere,
Iago. With that he cal'd the Tailor Lowne:
Iago. He was a wight of high Renowne,
Iago. And thou art but of low degree:
Iago. 'Tis Pride that pulls the Country downe,
Iago. And take thy awl'd Cloake about thee.
Iago. Some Wine hoa.
Cassio. Cassio.
Cassio. Why this is a more exquisite Song then the o
Cassio. ther.
Iago. Iago.
Iago. Will you heare't againe?
Cas. Cas.
Cas. No: for I hold him to be vnworthy of his Place,
Cas. that do's those things. Well: heau'ns aboue all: and
Cas. there be soules must be saued, and there be soules must
Cas. not be saued.
Iago. It's true, good Lieutenant.