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Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Donald Bailey
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Othello (Quarto 1, 1622)

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The Moore of Venice

3650No more of that: I pray you in your letters,
When you shall these vnlucky deedes relate,
Speake of them as they are; nothing extenuate,
Nor set downe ought in malice, then must you speake,
3655Of one that lou'd not wisely, but too well:
Of one not easily iealous, but being wrought,
Perplext in the extreame; of one whose hand,
Like the base Indian, threw a pearle away,
Richer then all his Tribe: of one whose subdued eyes,
3660Albeit vnused to the melting moode,
Drops teares as fast as the Arabian trees,
Their medicinall gum; set you downe this,
And say besides, that in Aleppo once,
Where a Malignant and a Turb and Turke,
3665Beate a Venetian, and traduc'd the State;
I tooke bi'th throate the circumcised dog,
And smote him thus. He stabs himselfe.
Lod. O bloody period.
Gra. All that's spoke is mard.
3670Oth. I kist thee ere I kild thee, no way but this,
Killing my selfe, to die vpon a kisse. He dies.
Cas. This did I feare, but thought he had no weapon,
For he was great of heart.
Lod. O Spartane dog,
3675More fell then anguish, hunger, or the Sea,
Looke on the tragicke lodging of this bed:
This is thy worke, the obiect poisons sight,
Let it be hid: Gratiano, keepe the house,
3680And ceaze vpon the fortunes of the Moore:
For they succeed to you, to you Lord Gouernour,
Remaines the censure of this hellish villaine,
The time, the place, the torture: O inforce it,
My selfe will straite aboord, and to the State,
3685This heauy act with heauy heart relate.
Exeunt omnes.
F I N I S.
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