Othello (Quarto 1, 1622)
Peer Reviewed
The Moore of Venice
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¶The fountaine, from the which my currant runnes,
¶Or keepe it as a Cesterne, for foule Toades
¶To knot and gender in: turne thy complexion there,
¶Patience thy young and rose-lip'd Cherubin,
¶I here looke grim as Hell.
¶That quicken euen with blowing:
O thou blacke weede, why art so louely faire?
2765Would thou hadst ne're bin borne.
¶Made to write whore on? --- What, committed?
2775Is husht within the hallow mine of earth,
¶Des. By heauen you doe me wrong.
¶From any hated foule vnlawfull touch,
¶Be not to be a strumpet, I am none.
¶Oth. What, not a whore?
¶Oth. I cry you mercy,
¶I tooke you for that cunning whore of Venice,
¶That haue the office opposite to S. Peter,
¶And keepes the gates in hell, I, you, you, you;
¶We ha done our course; there's money for your paines,
¶I pray you turne the key, and keepe our counsell.
Exit._
2795Em. Alas, what does this Gentleman conceiue?
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