Othello (Quarto 1, 1622)
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The Tragedy of Othello
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Enter Othello ,and Attendants.
955Des. Lets meete him, and receiue him.
¶Cas. Loe, where he comes.
¶Oth. O my faire Warriour.
¶Des. My deare Othello.
960Oth. It giues me wonder great as my content,
¶May the winds blow, till they haue wakened death,
965And let the labouring Barke clime hills of seas,
¶Olympus high, and duck againe as low,
¶As hell's from Heauen: If it were now to dye,
¶T'were now to be most happy, for I feare
970That not another comfort, like to this
¶Succeeds in vnknowne Fate,
¶Des. The Heauens forbid,
975Euen as our dayes doe growe.
¶I cannot speake enough of this content,
¶It stops me heere, it is too much of ioy:
980That ere our hearts shall make.
¶Iag. O, you are well tun'd now,
As honest as I am.
¶Newes friends, our warres are done, the Turks are drownd:
¶How doe our old acquaintance of the Isle;
¶I prattle out of fashion, and I dote,
990In mine one comforts: I preethee good Iago,
¶Goe to the Bay, and disimbarke my Coffers;
¶Bring thou the Master to the Cittadell;
He
