Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mont. Mont.
Mont. It were well
Mont. The Generall were put in mind of it:
Mont. Perhaps he sees it not, or his good nature
Mont. Prizes the vertue that appeares in Cassio,
Mont. And lookes not on his euills: is not this true?
Mont. Enter Rodorigo.
Iago. Iago.
Iago. How now Rodorigo?
Iago. I pray you after the Lieutenant, go.
Mon. Mon.
Mon. And 'tis great pitty, that the Noble Moore
Mon. Should hazard such a Place, as his owne Second
Mon. With one of an ingraft Infirmitie,
Mon. It were an honest Action, to say so
Mon. To the Moore.
Iago. Not I, for this faire Island,
Iago. I do loue Cassio well: and would do much
Iago. To cure him of this euill, But hearke, what noise?