Othello (Quarto 1, 1622)
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The Tragedy of Othello
1755A stranger to thy thoughts.
1760Shapes faults that are not, I intreate you then,
¶From one that so imperfectly coniects,
¶You'd take no notice, nor build your selfe a trouble,
¶It were not for your quiet, nor your good,
¶To let you know my thoughts,
¶Oth. Zouns.
¶Iag. Good name in man and woman's deere my Lord;
¶Is the immediate Iewell of our soules:
¶But he that filches from me my good name,
¶Robs me of that, which not inriches him,
1775And makes me poore indeed.
¶Oth. By heauen I'le know thy thought.
¶Iag. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand,
1780O beware iealousie.
¶It is the greene eyd monster, which doth mocke
¶Who certaine of his fate, loues not his wronger:
¶But oh, what damned minutes tells he ore,
¶Iag. Poore and content, is rich, and rich enough,
¶To him that euer feares he shall be poore:
1790Good God, the soules of all my tribe defend
¶From iealousie,
¶Oth. Why, why is this?
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