Othello (Quarto 1, 1622)
Peer Reviewed
The Moore of Venice.
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¶Em What will you doe with it, that you haue bin
¶So earnest to haue me filch it?
1955Iag. Why, what's that to you?
¶Giue mee't againe, poore Lady, shee'll run mad,
¶And let him finde it: trifles light as ayre,
¶Are to the iealous, confirmations strong
¶As proofes of holy writ, this may doe something,
¶Dangerous conceits are in their natures poisons,
¶But with a little art, vpon the blood,
Ent. Othello._
¶looke where he comes, not Poppy, nor Mandragora,
¶Iag. Why how now Generall? no more of that.
¶I sweare, tis better to be much abus'd,
¶Then but to know a little.
1980Iag. How now my Lord?
¶I saw't not, thought it not, it harm'd not me,
¶I slept the next night well, was free, and merry;
1985He that is rob'd, not wanting what is stolne,
¶Let him not know'r, and hee's not rob'd at all.
¶Oth. I had bin happy if the generall Campe,
1990So I had nothing knowne: O now for euer
¶Farewell the tranquile mind, farewell content:
¶Farewell the plumed troope, and the big warres.
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