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the Moore of Venice. 317
855Cas. He is not yet arriu'd, nor know I ought
856But that he's well, and will be shortly heere.
857Des. Oh, but I feare:
858How lost you company?
859Cassio. The great Contention of Sea, and Skies
860Parted our fellowship. But hearke, a Saile.
861Within. A Saile, a Saile.
862Gent. They giue this greeting to the Cittadell:
863This likewise is a Friend.
864Cassio. See for the Newes:
865Good Ancient, you are welcome. Welcome Mistris:
866Let it not gaule your patience (good Iago)
867That I extend my Manners. 'Tis my breeding,
871You would haue enough.
875Marry before your Ladyship, I grant,
876She puts het tongue a little in her heart,
877And chides with thinking.
880doore: Bells in your Parlours: Wilde-Cats in your Kit-
881chens: Saints in your Iniuries: Diuels being offended:
883Beds.
886You rise to play, and go to bed to worke.
888Iago. No, let me not.
890praise me?
891Iago. Oh, gentle Lady, do not put me too,t,
892For I am nothing, if not Criticall.
894There's one gone to the Harbour?
895Iago. I Madam.
896Des. I am not merry: but I do beguile
899Iago. I am about it, but indeed my inuention comes
900from my pate, as Birdlyme do's from Freeze, it pluckes
902is deliuer'd.
905Des. Well prais'd:
906How if she be Blacke and Witty?
912For euen her folly helpt her to an heire.
915for her that's Foule, and Foolish.
917But do's foule pranks, which faire, and wise-ones do.
920uing woman indeed? One, that in the authorithy of her
921merit, did iustly put on the vouch of very malice it
922selfe.
925Neuer lackt Gold, and yet went neuer gay,
927She that being angred, her reuenge being nie,
930To change the Cods-head for the Salmons taile:
932See Suitors following, and not looke behind:
934Des. To do what?
939berall Counsailor?
941him more in the Souldier, then in the Scholler.
943per. With as little a web as this, will I ensnare as great
951lippes? Would they were Cluster-pipes for your
952sake.
953The Moore I know his Trumpet.
955Des. Let's meete him, and recieue him.
956Cassio. Loe, where he comes.
957Enter Othello, and Attendants.
958Oth. O, my faire Warriour.
960Othe. It giues me wonder great, as my content
961To see you heere before me.
962Oh my Soules Ioy:
964May the windes blow, till they haue waken'd death:
965And let the labouring Barke climbe hills of Seas
966Olympus high: and duck againe as low,
967As hell's from Heauen. If it were now to dye,
968'Twere now to be most happy. For I feare,
970That not another comfort like to this,
971Succeedes in vnknowne Fate.
972Des. The Heauens forbid
973But that our Loues
975Euen as our dayes do grow.
977I cannot speake enough of this content,
978It stoppes me heere: it is too much of ioy.
980That ere our hearts shall make.
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