Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mon. Thou dost deliuer more, or lesse then Truth,
Mon. Thou art no Souldier.
Iago. Iago.
Iago. Touch me not so neere,
Iago. I had rather haue this tongue cut from my mouth,
Iago. Then it should do offence to Michaell Cassio.
Iago. Yet I perswade my selfe, to speake the truth
Iago. Shall nothing wrong him. This it is Generall:
Iago. Montano and my selfe being in speech,
Iago. There comes a Fellow, crying out for helpe,
Iago. And Cassio following him with determin'd Sword
Iago. To execute vpon him. Sir, this Gentleman,
Iago. Steppes in to Cassio, and entreats his pause:
Iago. My selfe, the crying Fellow did pursue,
Iago. Least by his clamour (as it so fell out)
Iago. The Towne might fall in fright. He, (swift of foote)
Iago. Out‑ran my purpose: and I return'd then rather
Iago. For that I heard the clinke, and fall of Swords,
Iago. And Cassio high in oath: Which till to night
Iago. I nere might say before. When I came backe