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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
    Peer Reviewed

    Othello (Quarto 1, 1622)


    The fountaine, from the which my currant runnes,
    2755Or else dryes vp, to be discarded thence,
    Or keepe it as a Cesterne, for foule Toades
    To knot and gender in: turne thy complexion there,
    Patience thy young and rose-lip'd Cherubin,
    I here looke grim as Hell.
    2760Des. I hope my noble Lord esteemes me honest.
    Oth. O I, as summers flies, are in the shambles,
    That quicken euen with blowing:
    O thou blacke weede, why art so louely faire?
    Thou smell'st so sweete, that the sence akes at thee,
    2765Would thou hadst ne're bin borne.
    Des. Alas, what ignorant sinne haue I committed?
    Oth. Was this faire paper, this most goodly booke,
    Made to write whore on? --- What, committed?
    Heauen stops the nose at it, and the Moone winkes,
    The bawdy wind, that kisses all it meetes,
    2775Is husht within the hallow mine of earth,
    And will not hear't: -- what committed, - impudent strumpet.
    Des. By heauen you doe me wrong.
    Oth. Are not you a strumpet?
    Des. No, as I am a Christian:
    2780If to preserue this vessell for my Lord,
    From any hated foule vnlawfull touch,
    Be not to be a strumpet, I am none.
    Oth. What, not a whore?
    Des. No, as I shall be saued. Enter Emillia.
    2785Oth. Ist possible?
    Des. O heauen forgiuenesse.
    Oth. I cry you mercy,
    I tooke you for that cunning whore of Venice,
    That married with Othello: you mistresse,
    That haue the office opposite to S. Peter,
    And keepes the gates in hell, I, you, you, you;
    We ha done our course; there's money for your paines,
    I pray you turne the key, and keepe our counsell. Exit.
    2795Em. Alas, what does this Gentleman conceiue?