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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
    Peer Reviewed

    Othello (Quarto 1, 1622)

    The Tragedy of Othello

    How doe you Madam, how doe you my good Lady?
    Des. Faith halfe asleepe.
    Em. Good Madam, what's the matter with my Lord?
    2800Des. With who?
    Em. Why with my Lord Madam.
    Des. I ha none, doe not talke to me Emillia,
    2805I cannot weepe, nor answer haue I none,
    But what should goe by water: preethee to night
    Lay on my bed our wedding sheetes, remember,
    And call thy husband hither.
    Em. Here is a change indeed. Exit.
    2810Des. Tis meete I should be vsde so, very well;
    How haue I bin behau'd, that he might sticke
    The smallest opinion, on my greatest abuse.
    Iag. What is your pleasure Madam, Enter Iago, and Emillia.
    2815How ist with you?
    Des. I cannot tell: those that doe teach young babes
    Doe it with gentle meanes, and easie taskes,
    He might ha chid me so, for in good faith,
    I am a child at chiding.
    2820Iag. What is the matter Lady?
    Em. Alas Iago, my Lord hath so bewhor'd her,
    Throwne such despite, and heauy termes vpon her,
    As true hearts cannot beare.
    Des. Am I that name Iago?
    2825Iag. What name faire Lady?
    Des. Such as she sayes my Lord did say I was?
    Em. He call'd her whore: A begger in his drinke,
    Could not haue layed such tearmes vpon his Callet.
    Iag. Why did he so?
    2830Des. I doe not know, I am sure I am none such.
    Iag. Doe not weepe, doe not weepe: alas the day.
    Em. Has she forsooke so many noble matches,
    Her Father, and her Countrey, all her friends,
    To be cald whore? would it not make one weepe?
    2835Des. It is my wretched fortune.
    Iag. Beshrew him for it; how comes this tricke vpon him?