Othello (Quarto 1, 1622)
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The Tragedy of Othello
¶Oth. What voyce is this? not dead? not yet quite dead?
¶I that am cruell, am yet mercifull,
3350Em. What ho, my Lord, my Lord.
¶Oth. Who's there?
¶The noyse was here; ha, no more mouing,
3360My wife, my wife, my wife; I ha no wife;
¶O insupportable: O heauy houre.
¶Me thinks it should be now a huge Ecclips
¶Of Sunne and Moone, and that the affrighted Globe,
¶Should yawne at alteration.
¶Oth. I had forgot thee: O come in Emillia.
¶Soft, by and by; let me the Curtaines draw,
Ent. Emil._
¶Where art thou? whats the matter with thee now?
¶Em. O my good Lord, yonder's foule murders done.
¶Oth. What, now?
¶Em. But now my Lord.
3375Oth. It is the very error of the Moone,
¶She comes more neere the earth, then she was wont,
¶And makes men mad.
¶Cal'd Roderigo.
3385Em. O Lord, what cry is that?
¶Oth. That? what?
¶Em. Out and alas, it is my Ladyes voyce,
Helpe,
