Othello (Quarto 1, 1622)
Peer Reviewed
The Moore of Venice
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3650No more of that: I pray you in your letters,
¶Speake of them as they are; nothing extenuate,
3655Of one that lou'd not wisely, but too well:
¶Of one not easily iealous, but being wrought,
¶Perplext in the extreame; of one whose hand,
¶Like the base Indian, threw a pearle away,
3660Albeit vnused to the melting moode,
¶Drops teares as fast as the Arabian trees,
¶Their medicinall gum; set you downe this,
¶Where a Malignant and a Turb_and Turke,
3665Beate a Venetian, and traduc'd the State;
¶I tooke bi'th throate the circumcised dog,
¶And smote him thus.
He stabs himselfe._
¶Lod. O bloody period.
He dies._
¶Cas. This did I feare, but thought he had no weapon,
¶For he was great of heart.
¶Lod. O Spartane dog,
3675More fell then anguish, hunger, or the Sea,
¶Looke on the tragicke lodging of this bed:
¶Let it be hid: Gratiano, keepe the house,
3680And ceaze vpon the fortunes of the Moore:
¶For they succeed to you, to you Lord Gouernour,
¶The time, the place, the torture: O inforce it,
3685This heauy act with heauy heart relate.
Exeunt omnes._
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