Othello (Quarto 1, 1622)
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The Tragedy of Othello
¶Out of my sight.
¶Lod. Truely an obedient Lady:
¶Des My Lord.
¶Lod. Who, I my Lord?
¶Sir she can turne, and turne, and yet go on,
¶Very obedient, proceed you in your teares,
¶I am commanded here: -- get you away,
¶I'le send for you anon: -- Sir, I obey the mandat,
¶And will returne to Venice: ---hence, auant,
¶You are welcome sir to Cypres, --goates and monkies.
Exit.
¶Lod. Is this the noble Moore, whom our full Senate
¶Call all in all sufficient? This the noble nature,
¶The shot of accident, nor dart of chance
¶Could neither graze, nor peirce?
¶Iag. He is much changed.
¶What he might be, if as he might, he is not,
¶I would to heauen he were.
¶Or did the letters worke vpon his blood.
¶And new create this fault?
¶Iag. Alas, alas.
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