Othello (Quarto 1, 1622)
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The Moore of Venice.
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¶Lod. The Duke and Senators of Venice greete you.
¶An vnkind breach, but you shall make all well.
¶Des. My Lord.
¶Oth. This faile you not to doe, as you will. ---
¶To attone them, for the loue I beare to Cassio.
¶Des. My Lord.
2625Desd. What, is he angry?
¶Lod. May be the letter mou'd him;
¶For as I thinke, they doe command him home,
¶Deputing Cassio in his gouernement.
¶Desd. By my troth, I am glad on't.
2630Oth. Indeed.
¶Des. My Lord.
¶Oth. Diuell.
¶Lod. My Lord, this would not be beleeu'd in Venice,
¶Make her amends, she weepes.
¶Oth. O Diuell, Diuell,
2640If that the earth could teeme with womens teares
¶Each drop she falls, would proue a Crocadile:
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