Othello (Quarto 1, 1622)
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The Tragedy of Othello
¶The profits yet to come twixt me and you,
¶Good night.
Exit Othello and Desdemona.
¶
Enter Iago
.1125Iag. Not this houre Leiutenant, tis not yet ten aclock: our Ge-
¶not therefore blame, hee hath not yet made wanton the night with
¶Iag. And I'le warrant her full of game.
¶Me thinkes it sounds a parly of prouocation.
Cas. It is indeede perfection.
¶haue a stope of Wine, and heere without are a brace of Cypres Gal-
¶lants, that would faine haue a measure to the health of the blacke
¶Othello.
¶Cas. Not to night, good Iago; I haue very poore and vnhappy
¶other custome of entertainement.
¶Iag. O they are our friends, ---but one cup: I'le drink for you.
1150Cas. I ha drunke but one cup to night, and that was craftily qua-
¶lified to, and behold what innouation it makes here: I am vnfor-
¶any more.
¶Cas. Where are they?
¶Iag. Here at the dore, I pray you call them in.
1160With that which he hath drunke to night already,
¶Hee'll be as full of quarrell and offence,
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