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  • Title: Othello (Quarto 1, 1622)
  • Editor: Donald Bailey
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-466-0

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

    The Moore of Venice.

    defeate thy fauour with an vsurp'd beard; I say, put money in thy
    purse. It cannot be, that Desdemona should long continue her loue
    695vnto the Moore, --- put money in thy purse, -- nor he to her; it was
    a violent commencement, and thou shalt see an answerable seque-
    stration: put but money in thy purse. ---These Moores are change-
    able in their wills: --- fill thy purse with money. The food that to
    700him now, is as lushious as Locusts, shall be to him shortly as acerbe
    as the Colloquintida. When shee is sated with his body, shee will
    finde the error of her choyce; shee must haue change, shee must.
    Therefore put money in thy purse: if thou wilt needes damme
    thy selfe, doe it a more delicate way then drowning; make all
    705the money thou canst. If sanctimony, and a fraile vow, betwixt an
    erring Barbarian, and a super subtle Venetian, be not too hard for my
    wits, and all the tribe of hell, thou shalt enioy her; therefore make
    money, --- a pox a drowning, tis cleane out of the way: seeke thou
    710rather to be hang'd in compassing thy ioy, then to bee drowned, and
    goe without her.
    Rod. Wilt thou be fast to my hopes?
    715Iag. Thou art sure of me ---goe, make money --- I haue told
    thee often, and I tell thee againe, and againe, I hate the Moore, my
    cause is harted, thine has no lesse reason, let vs be communicatiue in
    our reuenge against him: If thou canst cuckold him, thou doest thy
    selfe a pleasure, and me a sport. There are many euents in the womb
    of Time, which will be deliuered. Trauerce, go, prouide thy money,
    we will haue more of this to morrow, Adiue.
    Rod. Where shall we meete i'th morning.
    725Iag. At my lodging.
    Rod. I'le be with thee betimes.
    Iag. Go to, farewell: ---doe you heare Roderigo?
    727.1Rod. what say you?
    Iag. No more of drowning, doe you heare?
    Rod. I am chang'd.
    Exit Roderigo.
    Iag. Goe to, farewell, put money enough in your purse:
    Thus doe I euer make my foole my purse:
    730For I mine owne gain'd knowledge should prophane,
    If I would time expend with such a snipe,
    But for my sport and profit: I hate the Moore,
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