Othello (Quarto 1, 1622)
Peer Reviewed
The Moore of Venice.
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¶You would be satisfied.
2040Oth. Would, nay, I will.
¶Behold her topt?
¶Oth. Death and damnation --oh.
2045Iag. It were a tedious difficulty I thinke,
¶To bring em to that prospect, dam em then,
¶More then their owne; what then, how then?
¶Were they as prime as Goates, as hot as Monkies,
¶As ignorance made drunke: But yet I say,
2055Which leade directly to the doore of truth,
¶Iag. I doe not like the office,
¶I will goe on: I lay with Cassio lately,
2065One of this kinde is Cassio:
¶Let vs be merry, let vs hide our loues;
¶And then sir, would he gripe and wring my hand,
¶That grew vpon my lips, then layed his
leg
Ouer my thigh, and sigh'd, and kissed, and then
¶Cried, cursed fate, that gaue thee to the Moore.
2075Iag. Nay, this was but his dreame.
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Oth.
