Othello (Quarto 1, 1622)
Peer Reviewed
The Moore of Venice.
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¶That ere did lift vp eye.
¶I scarce did know you Vncle, there lies your Niece,
¶I know this act shewes terrible and grim.
¶Thy match was mortall to him, and pure griefe,
3495Shore his old thread atwane: did he liue now,
¶And fall to reprobation.
¶Oth. Tis pittifull, but yet Iago knowes,
¶And she did gratifie his amorous workes,
¶With the recognisance and pledge of loue,
3505It was a handkercher; an Antique token
¶My father gaue my mother.
¶Em. O God, O heauenly God.
¶Iag. Zouns, hold your peace.
3510I'le be in speaking, liberall as the ayre,
¶Let heauen, and men, and diuells, let em all,
¶Em. I will not.
¶I found by fortune, and did giue my husband:
3520More then indeed belong'd to such a trifle,
¶He beg'd of me to steale it.
¶Iag. Villainous whore.
¶And I did giu't my husband.
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Iag.
