Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iag. Hold. The Generall speaks to you: hold for shame.
Oth. Oth.
Oth. Why how now hoa? From whence ariseth this?
Oth. Are we turn'd Turkes? and to our selues do that
Oth. Which Heauen hath forbid the Ottamittes.
Oth. For Christian shame, put by this barbarous Brawle:
Oth. He that stirs next, to carue for his owne rage,
Oth. Holds his soule light: He dies vpon his Motion.
Oth. Silence that dreadfull Bell, it frights the Isle,
Oth. From her propriety. What is the matter, Masters?
Oth. Honest Iago, that lookes dead with greeuing,
Oth. Speake: who began this? On thy loue I charge thee?
Iago. Iago.
Iago. I do not know: Friends all, but now, euen now.
Iago. In Quarter, and in termes like Bride, and Groome
Iago. Deuesting them for Bed: and then, but now:
Iago. (As if some Planet had vnwitted men)
Iago. Swords out, and tilting one at others breastes,
Iago. In opposition bloody. I cannot speake
Iago. Any begining to this peeuish oddes.