Othello (Quarto 1, 1622)
Peer Reviewed
The Moore of Venice.
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¶was tother day, talking on the sea banke, with certaine Venetians, and
thither comes this bauble, by this hand she fals thus about my neck.
¶me, ha, ha, ha.
¶Tis such another ficho; marry a perfum'd one, what doe you meane
¶by this hanting of me.
¶Bian. Let the diuel and his dam haunt you, what did you meane
2535by that same handkercher, you gaue mee euen now? I was a fine
¶foole to take it; I must take out the whole worke, a likely peece of
¶worke, that you should find it in your chamber, and not know who
¶take out no worke on't.
¶not, come when you are next prepar'd for.
Exit.
¶Iag. After her, after her.
¶with you.
¶Cas. Preethee come, will you?
¶Iag. Did you perceiue, how he laughed at his vice?
¶Oth. O Iago,
¶Oth. Was that mine?
K
Iag.
