Othello (Quarto 1, 1622)
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The Tragedy of Othello
¶Desd. Who he? I thinke the Sun where he was borne,
2170Drew all such humors from him.
Enter Othello._
¶Em. Looke were he comes.
¶Des. I will not leaue him now,
Let Cassio be cald to him: how is it with you my Lord?
¶How doe you Desdemona?
¶Des. Well, my good Lord.
¶Not hot and moist, this hand of yours requires
2185For heere's a young and swetting diuell here,
¶That commonly rebels: tis a good hand,
¶A franke one.
¶For twas that hand that gaue away my heart.
2190Oth. A liberall hand, the hearts of old gaue hands,
¶But our new herraldry is hands, not hearts.
¶Lend me thy handkercher,
¶Des. Here my Lord.
¶Oth. That which I gaue you.
2200Des. I haue it not about me.
¶Oth. Not.
¶Des. No faith my Lord.
¶Oth. Thats a fauit: that handkercher
¶Did an Egyptian to my mother giue,
2205She was a charmer, and could almost reade
¶T'would make her amiable, and subdue my father
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