Othello (Quarto 1, 1622)
Peer Reviewed
The Moore of Venice.
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¶What I can doe I will, and more I will
¶Iag. Is my Lord angry?
¶Em. He went hence but now,
¶When it hath blowne his rankes into the ayre;
¶And (like the Diuell) from his very arme,
¶Puft his owne brother, and can he be angry?
2295Something of moment then: I will goe meete him,
¶There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry.
¶Either from Venice, or some vnhatcht practice,
¶Made demonstrable here in Cypres to him,
¶Mens natures wrangle with inferior things,
¶Tho great ones are the obiect,
Tis euen so: for let our finger ake,
¶And it endues our other heathfull members,
2305Men are not gods,
¶As fits the Bridall: beshrew me much Emillia,
¶I was (vnhandsome, warrior as I am)
¶And hee's indited falsly.
¶Em. Pray heauen it be State matters, as you thinke,
¶And no conception, nor no iealous toy
¶Concerning you.
¶They are not euer iealous for the cause,
¶But iealous for they are iealous: tis a monster,
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