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The Tragedie of Othello
THE TRAGEDIE OF
Othello, the Moore of Venice.
1Actus Primus. Scoena Prima.
2Enter Rodorigo, and Iago.
3Rodorigo.
4NEuer tell me, I take it much vnkindly
7Ia. But you'l not heare me. If euer I did dream
8Of such a matter, abhorre me.
10Thou did'st hold him in thy hate.
12If I do not. Three Great-ones of the Cittie,
14Off-capt to him: and by the faith of man
15I know my price, I am worth no worsse a place.
16But he (as louing his owne pride, and purposes)
21For-sooth, a great Arithmatician,
23(A Fellow almost damn'd in a faire Wife)
24That neuer set a Squadron in the Field,
25Nor the deuision of a Battaile knowes
30And I (of whom his eies had seene the proofe
31At Rhodes, at Ciprus, and on others grounds
33By Debitor, and Creditor. This Counter-caster,
34He (in good time) must his Lieutenant be,
36Rod. By heauen, I rather would haue bin his hangman.
37Iago. Why, there's no remedie.
38'Tis the cursse of Seruice;
40And not by old gradation, where each second
43To loue the Moore?
45Iago. O Sir content you.
46I follow him, to serue my turne vpon him.
48Cannot be truely follow'd. You shall marke
49Many a dutious and knee-crooking knaue;
50That (doting on his owne obsequious bondage)
52For naught but Prouender, & when he's old Casheer'd.
54Who trym'd in Formes, and visages of Dutie,
55Keepe yet their hearts attending on themselues,
56And throwing but showes of Seruice on their Lords
57Doe well thriue by them.
58And when they haue lin'd their Coates
59Doe themselues Homage.
62It is as sure as you are Rodorigo,
63Were I the Moore, I would not be Iago:
64In following him, I follow but my selfe.
65Heauen is my Iudge, not I for loue and dutie,
69In Complement externe, 'tis not long after
70But I will weare my heart vpon my sleeue
71For Dawes to pecke at; I am not what I am.
72Rod. What a fall Fortune do's the Thicks-lips owe
73If he can carry't thus?
74Iago. Call vp her Father:
77And though he in a fertile Clymate dwell,
78Plague him with Flies: though that his Ioy be Ioy,
79Yet throw such chances of vexation on't,
82Iago. Doe, with like timerous accent, and dire yell,
83As when (by Night and Negligence) the Fire
84Is spied in populus Citties.
85Rodo. What hoa: Brabantio, Siginor Brabantio, hoa.
86Iago. Awake: what hoa, Brabantio: Theeues, Theeues.
87Looke to your house, your daughter, and your Bags,
88Theeues, Theeues.
90Summons? What is the matter there?
91Rodo. Signior is all your Familie within?
92Iago. Are your Doores lock'd?
93Bra. Why? Wherefore ask you this?
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