34863133For thou ha
st kild the
sweete
st innocent,
34893136I
scarce did know you Vncle, there lies your Niece,
34903137Who
se breath indeed, the
se hands haue newly
stopt,
34913138I know this a
ct shewes terrible and grim.
34923139Gra. Poore
Desdemona, I am glad thy father's dead,
34943140Thy match was mortall to him, and pure griefe,
34953141Shore his old thread atwane
: did he liue now,
34963142This
sight would make him doe a de
sperate turne,
34973143Yea cur
se his better Angell from his
side,
34993145Oth. Tis pittifull, but yet
Iago knowes,
35003146That
she with
Cassio, hath the a
ct of
shame
35013147A thou
sand times committed;
Cassio confe
st it,
35023148And
she did grati
fie his amorous workes,
35033149With the recogni
sance and pledge of loue,
35043150Which I
fir
st gaue her; I
saw it in his hand,
35053151It was a handkercher; an Antique token
35093155Em. 'Twill out, 'twill: I hold my peace
sir, no,
35103156I'le be in
speaking, liberall as the ayre,
35113157Let heauen, and men, and diuells, let em all,
35123158All, all cry
shame again
st me, yet I'le
speake.
35153161Gra. Fie, your
sword vpon a woman?
35163162Em. O thou dull Moore, that handkercher thou
speak
st on,
35183163I found by fortune, and did giue my hu
sband
: 35193164For often with a
solemne earne
stne
sse,
35203165More then indeed belong'd to
such a tri
fle,
35233168Em. She gaue it
Cassio? no alas I found it,
Iag.
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