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Oih. Damn her, lewd minx! Oh, damn her!

damn her! Comé, go with me apart; I will withdraw To furnish me with forne swift means of death For the fair devil. Now art thou my Lieutenant,

lago. I am your own for ever. [Exeunt. · SCENE, another Apartment in the Palace.

Enter DESDEMONA, ÆMILIA, and Clown. Def. Do you know, firrah, where Lieutenant Caflio-lyes?

Clown. I dare not say he lyes any where. . Def. Why, man? Clown. He's a soldier; and for me to say a foldier lyes, 'tis stabbing.

Def. Go to, where lodges he? · Clown. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you where I ly..

Def. Can any thing be made of this?

Glown. I know not where he lodges; and for me to devise a lodging, and say he lyes here, or he lyes there, were to ly in mine own throat.

Def. Can you enquire him out, and be edified by report?

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