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


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The Tragedy of Othello

Des. I my Lord:
Oth. If you bethinke your selfe of any crime,
Vnreconcil'd as yet to heauen and grace,
3270Sollicite for it straite.
Des. Alas my Lord, what may you meane by that?
Oth. Well doe it, and be briefe, I will walke by,
I would not kill thy vnprepared spirit,
3275No, heauen fore-fend, I would not kill thy soule.
Des. Talke you of killing?
Oth. I, I doe.
Des. Then heauen haue mercy on me.
Oth. Amen, with all my heart.
3280Des. If you say so, I hope you will not kill me.
Oth. Hum.
Des. And yet I feare you, for you are fatall then,
When your eyes roule so: why I should feare, I know not,
3285Since guiltinesse I know not, but yet I feele I feare.
Oth. Thinke on thy sinnes.
Des. They are loues I beare to you.
Oth. And for that thou diest.
Des. That death's vnnaturall, that kills for louing,
3290Alas, why gnaw you so your neather lip?
Some bloody passion shakes your very frame,
These are portents: but yet I hope
They doe not point on me.
Oth. Peace, and be still.
3295Des. I will, so, what's the matter?
Oth. That handkercher which I so lou'd, and gaue thee,
Thou gauest to Cassio.
Des. No, by my life and soule,
Send for the man and aske him.
3300Oth. Sweete soule take heed, take heed of periury,
Thou art on thy death-bed.
Des. I, but not yet to die.
Oth. Yes, presently:
Therefore confesse thee freely of thy sinne,
3305For to deny each article with oath,
Cannot