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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
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    Othello (Quarto 1, 1622)

    The Moore of Venice.

    Oth. Iago beckons me, now he begins the story.
    Cas. She was heere euen now, shee haunts me in euery place, I
    was tother day, talking on the sea banke, with certaine Venetians, and
    thither comes this bauble, by this hand she fals thus about my neck.
    Oth. Crying, O deare Cassio, as it were: his iesture imports it.
    Cas. So hangs, and lolls, and weepes vpon me; so hales, and puls
    me, ha, ha, ha.
    Oth. Now he tells how she pluckt him to my Chamber,
    I see that nose of yours, but not that dog I shall throw't to.
    Cas. Well, I must leaue her company. Enter Bianca.
    2530Iag. Before me, looke where she comes,
    Tis such another ficho; marry a perfum'd one, what doe you meane
    by this hanting of me.
    Bian. Let the diuel and his dam haunt you, what did you meane
    2535by that same handkercher, you gaue mee euen now? I was a fine
    foole to take it; I must take out the whole worke, a likely peece of
    worke, that you should find it in your chamber, and not know who
    left it there: this is some minxes token, and I must take out the
    worke; there, giue it the hobby horse, wheresoeuer you had it, I'le
    take out no worke on't.
    Cas. How now my sweete Bianca, how now, how now?
    Oth. By heauen that should be my handkercher.
    2545Bian. An you'll come to supper to night, you may, an you will
    not, come when you are next prepar'd for. Exit.
    Iag. After her, after her.
    Cas. Faith I must, shee'll raile i'the streete else.
    Iag. Will you sup there?
    2550Cas. Faith I intend so.
    Iag. Well, I may chance to see you, for I would very faine speake
    with you.
    Cas. Preethee come, will you?
    Iag. Goe to, say no more. Exit Cassio.
    2555Oth. How shall I murder him Iago?
    Iag. Did you perceiue, how he laughed at his vice?
    Oth. O Iago,
    Iag. And did you see the handkercher?
    Oth. Was that mine?