Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mon. While I spare speech which something now offends me.
Iago. As I do now. For whiles this honest Foole
Cassio. Madam, not now: I am very ill at ease,
Oth. So I had nothing knowne. Oh now, for euer
Oth. As Dians Visage, is now begrim'd and blacke
Othel. Now do I see 'tis true. Looke heere Iago,
Des. I will not leaue him now, till Cassio be
Des. Why so I can: but I will not now:
Bianca. To the felt‑Absence: now I feele a Cause:
Cassio. From whence you haue them. You are iealious now,
Oth. Now he denies it faintly: and laughes it out.
Des. It do's abhorre me now I speake the word,
Iago. Why, now I see there's mettle in thee: and
Iago. And he growes angry. Now, whether he kill Cassio,
Oth. Me thinkes, it should be now a huge Eclipse
Oth. Where art thou? What's the matter with thee now?
Othel. Who can controll his Fate? 'Tis not so now.
Sal. And in a word, but euen now worth this,
Sal. And now worth nothing. Shall I haue the thought
An. Well: tel me now, what Lady is the same