Othello (Quarto 1, 1622)
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The Tragedy of Othello
¶To beare a part in this: patience a while good Cassio:
3190Lend me a light; know we this face, or no?
¶Alas my friend, and my deare countrey man:
¶Roderigo? no, yes sure: O heauen Roderigo.
¶Gra. What of Venice?
3195Gra. Know him? I.
¶Iag. Seignior Gratiano, I cry you gentle pardon:
¶Some good man beare him carefully from hence,
¶Was my deare friend, what malice was betwixt you?
¶Cas. None in the world, nor doe I know the man.
¶Iag. What, looke you pale? O beare him out o'th aire.
¶Doe you perceiue the ieastures of her eye,
¶Behold her well I pray you, looke vpon her,
Will speake, though tongues were out of vse.
Enter Em._
¶Em. 'Las what's the matter? what's the matter husband?
¶By Roderigo, and fellowes that are scap't,
¶Iag. This is the fruite of whoring, pray Emillia,
¶What, doe you shake at that?
Bian.
