Othello (Quarto 1, 1622)
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The Tragedy of Othello
¶He that stirres next, to carue forth his owne rage,
¶Holds his soule light, he dies vpon his motion;
¶Silence that dreadfull bell, it frights the Isle
1295From her propriety: what's the matter masters?
¶Honest Iago, that lookes dead with grieuing,
¶Speake, who began this, on thy loue I charge thee.
¶Iag. I doe not know, friends all but now, euen now,
¶In quarter, and in termes, like bride and groome,
1300Deuesting them to bed, and then but now,
¶As if some plannet had vnwitted men,
¶Swords out, and tilting one at others breast,
¶Any beginning to this peeuish odds;
1305And would in action glorious, I had lost
¶These legges, that brought me to a part of it.
¶Oth. How came it Michael, you were thus forgot?
¶Oth. Worthy Montanio, you were wont to be ciuill,
¶The world hath noted, and your name is great,
¶That you vnlace your reputation thus,
¶And spend your rich opinion, for the name
1315Of a night brawler? giue me answer to't?
¶Mon. Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger,
¶Your Officer Iago can informe you,
¶Of all that I doe know, nor know I ought
¶Oth. Now by heauen
1325My blood begins my safer guides to rule,
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