Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iago. (For this was briefe) I found them close together
Iago. At blow, and thrust, euen as againe they were
Iago. When you your selfe did part them.
Iago. More of this matter cannot I report,
Iago. But Men are Men: The best sometimes forget,
Iago. Though Cassio did some little wrong to him,
Iago. As men in rage strike those that wish them best,
Iago. Yet surely Cassio, I beleeue receiu'd
Iago. From him that fled, some strange Indignitie,
Iago. Which patience could not passe.
Iago. Othe.
Iago. the Moore of Venice.
Othe. Othe.
Othe. I know Iago
Othe. Thy honestie, and loue doth mince this matter,
Othe. Making it light to Cassio: Cassio, I loue thee,
Othe. But neuer more be Officer of mine.
Othe. Enter Desdemona attended.
Othe. Looke if my gentle Loue be not rais'd vp:
Othe. Ile make thee an example.