Othello (Quarto 1, 1622)
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The Moore of Venice.
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2440Iag. I mocke you? no by Heauen,
¶Would you would beare your fortunes like a man.
¶And many a ciuill monster.
¶Thinke euery bearded fellow, that's but yoak'd,
¶May draw with you, there's millions now aliue,
¶That nightly lyes in those vnproper beds,
¶O tis the spite of hell, the fiends arch mocke,
¶To lip a wanton in a secure Coach,
¶Iag. Stand you awhile apart,
¶Whilst you were here ere while, mad with your griefe,
¶Bid him anon retire, and here speake with me,
¶And marke the Ieeres, the Iibes, and notable scornes,
2465That dwell in euery region of his face;
¶For I will make him tell the tale anew,
¶Where, how, how oft, how long agoe, and when,
¶He has, and is againe to cope your wife:
¶And nothing of a man.
¶I will be found most cunning in my patience;
¶But yet keepe time in all; will you withdraw?
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