Othello (Quarto 1, 1622)
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The Moore of Venice.
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¶Euen fall vpon my life.
¶And till she come, as faithfull as to heauen,
470How I did thriue in this faire Ladyes loue,
¶And she in mine.
¶Du. Say it Othello.
¶Oth. Her Father loued me, oft inuited me,
475From yeare to yeare; the battailes, seiges, fortunes
¶That I haue past:
¶I ran it through, euen from my boyish dayes,
¶Toth' very moment that he bade me tell it.
480Of moouing accident of flood and field;
¶Of heire-breadth scapes ith imminent deadly breach;
¶Of being taken by the insolent foe:
¶And with it all my trauells Historie;
¶Rough quarries, rocks and hils, whose heads touch heauen,
¶And of the Cannibals, that each other eate;
¶The Anthropophagie, and men whose heads
490Doe grow beneath their shoulders: this to heare,
¶Shee'd come againe, and with a greedy eare
¶Tooke once a plyant houre, and found good meanes
¶To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart,
¶That I would all my pilgrimage dilate,
500But not intentiuely, I did consent,
¶And ofren did beguile her of her teares,
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