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Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Donald L. Bailey
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Othello (Quarto 1, 1622)


The Moore of Venice.
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sures of Lawne, nor for Gownes, or Petticotes, nor Caps, nor any
such exhibition; but for the whole world? vds pitty, who would
not make her husband a Cuckole, to make him a Monarch? I should
venture purgatory for it.
Des. Beshrew me, if I would doe such a wrong,
For the whole world.
Em. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i'the world; and hauing the
world for your labour, tis a wrong in your owne world, and you
3055might quickly make it right.
Des. I doe not thinke there is any such woman.
Em. Yes, a dozen, and as many to the vantage, as would store
the world they played for.
Des. Good night, good night: God me such vsage send,
Not to picke bad from bad, but by bad mend.
Exeunt.
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Actus. 5.

Enter Iago and Roderigo,
Iag. Here stand behind this Bulke, straite will he come,
Weare thy good Rapier bare, and put it home,
3085Quicke, quicke, feare nothing, I'le be at thy elboe;
It makes vs or it marres vs, thinke of that,
And fixe most firme thy resolution.
Rod. Be neere at hand, I may miscarry in't.
Iag. Here at thy hand, be bold, and take thy sword.
3090Rod. I haue no great deuotion to the dead;
And yet he has giuen me satisfying reasons,
Tis but a man gone: forth my sword, he dies.
Iag. I haue rubd this young gnat almost to the sense,
And he growes angry now: whether he kill Cassio,
3095Or Cassio him, or each doe kill the other,
Euery way makes my game; liue Roderigo,
He calls me to a restitution large,
For Gold and Iewells, that I bobd from him,
As gifts to Desdemona:
3100It must not be, if Cassio doe remaine,
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