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Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Donald L. Bailey
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Othello (Quarto 1, 1622)


the Moore of Venice.
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220Weele giue him cable.
Oth. Let him doe his spite,
My seruices which I haue done the Seigniorie,
Shall out tongue his complaints, tis yet to know,
That boasting is an honour,
225I shall provulgate, I fetch my life and being,
From men of royall height, and my demerrits,
May speake vnbonnited to as proud a fortune
As this that I haue reach'd; for know Iago,
But that I loue the gentle Desdemona,
230I would not, my vnhoused free condition,
Put into circumscription and confine
For the seas worth,
Enter Cassio with lights, Officers,
But looke what lights come yonder.
Ia. These are the raised Father and his friends,
235You were best goe in:
Oth. Not I, I must be found,
My parts, my Title, and my perfect soule,
Shall manifest me rightly: it is they.
Ia. By Ianus I thinke no.
240Oth. The seruants ofthe Duke, and my Leiutenant,
The goodnesse of the night vpon your friends,
What is the newes.
Cas. The Duke does greete you Generall,
245And he requires your hast, post hast appearance,
Euen on the instant.
Oth. What's the matter thinke you:
Cas. Something from Cipres, as I may diuine,
It is a businesse of some heate, the Galleyes
250Haue sent a dozen frequent messengers
This very night, at one anothets heeles:
And many of the Consuls rais'd, and met,
Are at the Dukes already: you haue bin hotly cald for,
When being not at your lodging to be found,
255The Senate sent aboue three seuerall quests
To search you out.
Otht Tis well I am found by you,
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