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Othello (Folio 1, 1623)
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330 The Tragedie of Othello
2519uery place. I was the other day talking on the Sea-
2520banke with certaine Venetians, and thither comes the
2521Bauble, and falls me thus about my neck.
2523ports it.
2524Cassio. So hangs, and lolls, and weepes vpon me:
2525So shakes, and pulls me. Ha, ha, ha.
2528shall throw it to.
2531Enter Bianca.
2533What do you meane by this haunting of me?
2534Bian. Let the diuell, and his dam haunt you: what
2535did you meane by that same Handkerchiefe, you gaue
2537out the worke? A likely piece of worke, that you should
2538finde it in your Chamber, and know not who left it there.
2541it, Ile take out no worke on't.
2543How now? How now?
2546you will not, come when you are next prepar'd for. Exit
2547Iago. After her: after her.
2552ry faine speake with you.
2553Cas. Prythee come: will you?
2556Iago. Did you perceiue how he laugh'd at his vice?
2557Oth. Oh, Iago.
2559Oth. Was that mine?
2562hath giu'n it his whore.
2563Oth. I would haue him nine yeeres a killing:
2570perours side, and command him Taskes.
2571Iago. Nay, that's not your way.
2575teous wit, and inuention?
2578And then of so gentle a condition?
2579Iago. I too gentle.
2580Othe. Nay that's certaine:
2581But yet the pitty of it, Iago: oh Iago, the pitty of it
2582Iago.
2584pattent to offend, for if it touch not you, it comes neere
2585no body.
2587Iago. Oh, 'tis foule in her.
2589Iago. That's fouler.
2592uide my mind againe: this night Iago.
2594Euen the bed she hath contaminated.
2595Oth. Good, good:
2598You shall heare more by midnight.
2599Enter Lodouico, Desdemona, and Attendants.
2602'Tis Lodouico, this, comes from the Duke.
2603See, your wife's with him.
2604Lodo. Saue you worthy Generall.
2605Othe. With all my heart Sir.
2606Lod. The Duke, and the Senators of Venice greet you.
2608Des. And what's the newes, good cozen Lodouico?
2610Welcome to Cyprus.
2612Iago. Liues Sir,
2613Des. Cozen, there's falne betweene him, & my Lord,
2614An vnkind breach: but you shall make all well.
2616Des. My Lord?
2617Othe. This faile you not to do, as you will---
2621T'attone them, for the loue I beare to Cassio.
2625Des. What is he angrie?
2626Lod. May be th Letter mou'd him.
2627For as I thinke, they do command him home,
2628Deputing Cassio in his Gouernment.
2630Othe. Indeed?
2631Des. My Lord?
2634Othe. Diuell.
2636Lod. My Lord, this would not be beleeu'd in Venice,
2638Make her amends: she weepes.
2639Othe. Oh diuell, diuell:
2640If that the Earth could teeme with womans teares,
2641Each drop she falls, would proue a Crocodile:
2642Out of my sight.
2644Lod. Truely obedient Lady:
Oth.