Othello (Quarto 1, 1622)
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The Tragedy of Othello
¶He hath commanded me to goe to bed,
¶Des. It was his bidding, therefore good Emillia,
2985Giue me my nightly wearing, and adiue,
2990Prethee vnpin me; haue grace and fauour in them.
¶If I doe die before thee, prethee shrowd me
¶Des. My mother had a maid cald Barbary,
¶She was in loue, and he she lou'd, prou'd mad,
¶An old thing 'twas, but it exprest her fortune,
¶Will not goe from my mind -- harke, who's that knocks?
¶Em. It is the wind.
¶Des. Now get thee gone, good night:
Mine eyes doe itch, does that bode weeping?
¶Em. Tis neither here nor there.
¶Em. Why would not you.
¶Des. No, by this heauenly light.
¶Em. Nor I neither, by this heauenly light,
¶I might doe it as well in the darke.
¶Em. The world is a huge thing, it is a great price,
¶For a small vice.
3045it, mary I would not doe such a thing for a ioynt ring; or for mea-
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