Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cassio. Cassio.
Cassio. Drunke?
Iago. Iago.
Iago. Away I say: go out and cry a Mutinie.
Iago. Nay good Lieutenant. Alas Gentlemen:
Iago. Helpe hoa. Lieutenant. Sir Montano:
Iago. Helpe Masters. Heere's a goodly Watch indeed.
Iago. Who's that which rings the Bell: Diablo, hoa:
Iago. The Towne will rise. Fie, fie Lieutenant,
Iago. You'le be asham'd for euer.
Iago. Enter Othello, and Attendants.
Othe. Othe.
Othe. What is the matter heere?
Mon. Mon.
Mon. I bleed still, I am hurt to th'death. He dies.
Othe. Hold for your liues.
Iag. Iag.
Iag. Hold hoa: Lieutenant, Sir Montano, Gentlemen:
Iag. Haue you forgot all place of sense and dutie?