William Shakespeare

Othello is a tragedy about a Moorish general named Othello who falls in love with and marries a Venetian woman named Desdemona. However, their happiness is short-lived as Othello's jealous and manipulative ensign Iago convinces him that Desdemona is unfaithful. Othello becomes consumed by jealousy and ultimately kills Desdemona before realizing the truth and taking his own life.

The play explores themes of jealousy, betrayal, racism, and the destructive power of manipulation. It also features a cast of complex characters, including the tragic hero Othello, the conniving Iago, the virtuous Desdemona, and the loyal Cassio.

Throughout the play, Iago manipulates those around him in his quest for revenge against Othello, whom he believes has passed him over for promotion. He plants seeds of doubt in Othello's mind about Desdemona's fidelity, ultimately leading to her death. Along the way, he also causes chaos and destruction for other characters such as Cassio, whom he convinces to drink to excess and then gets him fired.

Despite being a tragic tale, Othello also provides insight into the human condition and the dangers of unchecked jealousy and manipulation. It remains one of Shakespeare's most popular and enduring works, with numerous adaptations and interpretations in literature, film, and theater over the centuries.

Act I

Othello Act 1 is a story about a noble man named Othello who falls in love with a woman named Desdemona. The play takes place in Venice, Italy, and begins with a conversation between Roderigo and Iago. Roderigo is in love with Desdemona and is angry that she has married Othello. Iago, who has a vendetta against Othello, tells Roderigo that he hates Othello and will do everything in his power to bring him down.

The first scene then shifts to a conversation between Iago and Othello. Iago tells Othello that Desdemona has been unfaithful to him with Cassio, Othello's lieutenant. Othello is upset and confronts Desdemona, but she denies everything. Othello then becomes convinced that Desdemona is lying and decides to kill her.

The next scene takes place on a street where Iago and Roderigo are planning to attack Cassio. Iago convinces Cassio to drink too much and then starts a fight with him. Cassio is fired from his position as lieutenant, and Iago becomes his replacement.

The act ends with a conversation between Othello and Iago. Othello is still convinced that Desdemona is unfaithful and tells Iago that he plans to kill her. Iago tells Othello that he will help him with his plan, and the act ends with Othello vowing to kill Desdemona.

SCENE I. Venice. A street.

The scene opens with two characters, Iago and Roderigo, engaged in a conversation outside the house of Brabantio, a senator of Venice. Iago is advising Roderigo to inform Brabantio about his daughter, Desdemona’s, elopement with Othello, a general in the Venetian army. Iago tells Roderigo to do this because he is jealous of Othello’s success and his recent marriage to Desdemona.

Roderigo hesitates, but Iago convinces him to go ahead with the plan by reminding him that Desdemona is his love interest and that Othello has stolen her away from him. Iago also mentions that Othello is a Moor, or a dark-skinned African, and that Brabantio will be outraged at his daughter’s marriage to him.

Roderigo goes to Brabantio’s house and wakes him up with the news of his daughter’s elopement. Brabantio is shocked and angry, and he immediately assumes that Othello has used witchcraft or some other form of magic to make Desdemona fall in love with him.

Brabantio and Roderigo go to find Othello, who is at a nearby inn, and confront him about the marriage. Othello is calm and rational, and he denies using any form of magic on Desdemona. Instead, he tells Brabantio and Roderigo the story of how he and Desdemona fell in love and got married.

Despite Othello’s explanation, Brabantio is still angry and refuses to accept the marriage. Othello leaves with his men, and Brabantio tells Roderigo to follow them and keep an eye on Desdemona. Iago, who was not present during the confrontation, comes to Brabantio’s house and pretends to be surprised by the news of the elopement.

He offers to help Brabantio, and the two of them set off in pursuit of Othello and Desdemona.


Tush! never tell me; I take it much unkindly
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That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse
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As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this.
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'Sblood, but you will not hear me:
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If ever I did dream of such a matter, Abhor me.
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Thou told'st me thou didst hold him in thy hate.
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Despise me, if I do not. Three great ones of the city,
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In personal suit to make me his lieutenant,
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Off-capp'd to him: and, by the faith of man,
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I know my price, I am worth no worse a place:
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But he; as loving his own pride and purposes,
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Evades them, with a bombast circumstance
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Horribly stuff'd with epithets of war;
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And, in conclusion,
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Nonsuits my mediators; for, 'Certes,' says he,
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'I have already chose my officer.'
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And what was he?
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Forsooth, a great arithmetician,
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One Michael Cassio, a Florentine,
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A fellow almost damn'd in a fair wife;
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That never set a squadron in the field,
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Nor the division of a battle knows
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More than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric,
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Wherein the toged consuls can propose
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As masterly as he: mere prattle, without practise,
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Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had the election:
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And I, of whom his eyes had seen the proof
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At Rhodes, at Cyprus and on other grounds
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Christian and heathen, must be be-lee'd and calm'd
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By debitor and creditor: this counter-caster,
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He, in good time, must his lieutenant be,
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And I--God bless the mark!--his Moorship's ancient.
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By heaven, I rather would have been his hangman.
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Why, there's no remedy; 'tis the curse of service,
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Preferment goes by letter and affection,
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And not by old gradation, where each second
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Stood heir to the first. Now, sir, be judge yourself,
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Whether I in any just term am affined
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To love the Moor.
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I would not follow him then.
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O, sir, content you;
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I follow him to serve my turn upon him:
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We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
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Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark
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Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave,
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That, doting on his own obsequious bondage,
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Wears out his time, much like his master's ass,
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For nought but provender, and when he's old, cashier'd:
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Whip me such honest knaves. Others there are
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Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty,
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Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves,
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And, throwing but shows of service on their lords,
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Do well thrive by them and when they have lined
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their coats
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Do themselves homage: these fellows have some soul;
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And such a one do I profess myself. For, sir,
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It is as sure as you are Roderigo,
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Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago:
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In following him, I follow but myself;
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Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,
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But seeming so, for my peculiar end:
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For when my outward action doth demonstrate
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The native act and figure of my heart
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In compliment extern, 'tis not long after
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But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
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For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.
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What a full fortune does the thicklips owe
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If he can carry't thus!
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Call up her father,
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Rouse him: make after him, poison his delight,
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Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen,
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And, though he in a fertile climate dwell,
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Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy,
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Yet throw such changes of vexation on't,
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As it may lose some colour.
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Here is her father's house; I'll call aloud.
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Do, with like timorous accent and dire yell
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As when, by night and negligence, the fire
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Is spied in populous cities.
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What, ho, Brabantio! Signior Brabantio, ho!
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Awake! what, ho, Brabantio! thieves! thieves! thieves!
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Look to your house, your daughter and your bags!
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Thieves! thieves!
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BRABANTIO appears above, at a window

What is the reason of this terrible summons?
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What is the matter there?
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Signior, is all your family within?
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Are your doors lock'd?
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Why, wherefore ask you this?
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'Zounds, sir, you're robb'd; for shame, put on
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your gown;
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Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul;
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Even now, now, very now, an old black ram
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Is topping your white ewe. Arise, arise;
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Awake the snorting citizens with the bell,
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Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you:
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Arise, I say.
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What, have you lost your wits?
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Most reverend signior, do you know my voice?
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Not I what are you?
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My name is Roderigo.
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The worser welcome:
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I have charged thee not to haunt about my doors:
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In honest plainness thou hast heard me say
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My daughter is not for thee; and now, in madness,
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Being full of supper and distempering draughts,
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Upon malicious bravery, dost thou come
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To start my quiet.
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Sir, sir, sir,--
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But thou must needs be sure
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My spirit and my place have in them power
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To make this bitter to thee.
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Patience, good sir.
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What tell'st thou me of robbing? this is Venice;
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My house is not a grange.
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Most grave Brabantio,
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In simple and pure soul I come to you.
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'Zounds, sir, you are one of those that will not
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serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to
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do you service and you think we are ruffians, you'll
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have your daughter covered with a Barbary horse;
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you'll have your nephews neigh to you; you'll have
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coursers for cousins and gennets for germans.
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What profane wretch art thou?
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I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter
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and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.
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Thou art a villain.
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You are--a senator.
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This thou shalt answer; I know thee, Roderigo.
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Sir, I will answer any thing. But, I beseech you,
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If't be your pleasure and most wise consent,
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As partly I find it is, that your fair daughter,
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At this odd-even and dull watch o' the night,
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Transported, with no worse nor better guard
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But with a knave of common hire, a gondolier,
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To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor--
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If this be known to you and your allowance,
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We then have done you bold and saucy wrongs;
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But if you know not this, my manners tell me
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We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe
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That, from the sense of all civility,
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I thus would play and trifle with your reverence:
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Your daughter, if you have not given her leave,
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I say again, hath made a gross revolt;
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Tying her duty, beauty, wit and fortunes
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In an extravagant and wheeling stranger
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Of here and every where. Straight satisfy yourself:
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If she be in her chamber or your house,
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Let loose on me the justice of the state
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For thus deluding you.
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Strike on the tinder, ho!
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Give me a taper! call up all my people!
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This accident is not unlike my dream:
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Belief of it oppresses me already.
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Light, I say! light!
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Exit above

Farewell; for I must leave you:
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It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place,
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To be produced--as, if I stay, I shall--
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Against the Moor: for, I do know, the state,
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However this may gall him with some cheque,
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Cannot with safety cast him, for he's embark'd
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With such loud reason to the Cyprus wars,
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Which even now stand in act, that, for their souls,
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Another of his fathom they have none,
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To lead their business: in which regard,
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Though I do hate him as I do hell-pains.
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Yet, for necessity of present life,
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I must show out a flag and sign of love,
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Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely find him,
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Lead to the Sagittary the raised search;
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And there will I be with him. So, farewell.
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Enter, below, BRABANTIO, and Servants with torches

It is too true an evil: gone she is;
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And what's to come of my despised time
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Is nought but bitterness. Now, Roderigo,
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Where didst thou see her? O unhappy girl!
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With the Moor, say'st thou? Who would be a father!
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How didst thou know 'twas she? O she deceives me
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Past thought! What said she to you? Get more tapers:
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Raise all my kindred. Are they married, think you?
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Truly, I think they are.
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O heaven! How got she out? O treason of the blood!
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Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds
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By what you see them act. Is there not charms
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By which the property of youth and maidhood
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May be abused? Have you not read, Roderigo,
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Of some such thing?
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Yes, sir, I have indeed.
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Call up my brother. O, would you had had her!
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Some one way, some another. Do you know
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Where we may apprehend her and the Moor?
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I think I can discover him, if you please,
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To get good guard and go along with me.
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Pray you, lead on. At every house I'll call;
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I may command at most. Get weapons, ho!
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And raise some special officers of night.
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On, good Roderigo: I'll deserve your pains.
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SCENE II. Another street.

Scene 2 of Act 1 begins with a conversation between Othello, a general in the Venetian army, and Iago, his ensign. They are discussing a recent storm that has caused damage to the Turkish fleet, which is threatening Venice. Cassio, another officer, arrives and informs Othello that the Duke of Venice is requesting his presence to discuss the situation.

Othello agrees to go and asks Iago to watch over his wife, Desdemona, who has also arrived in Cyprus. Iago agrees but expresses his disdain for Cassio, who he believes has been promoted unfairly over him. Iago then begins to plot his revenge against Cassio and Othello, whom he resents for not promoting him to the position of lieutenant.

After Othello leaves, Iago convinces Cassio to drink with him, despite Cassio's resistance due to his lack of tolerance for alcohol. Iago continues to ply Cassio with alcohol until he becomes drunk and belligerent. Roderigo, a wealthy suitor of Desdemona, arrives and is persuaded by Iago to provoke Cassio into a fight. The brawl draws the attention of Othello, who reprimands Cassio for his actions and dismisses him from his position as lieutenant.

The scene ends with Iago gloating about his success in causing Cassio's downfall and expressing his desire to cause further chaos and destruction.

Enter OTHELLO, IAGO, and Attendants with torches

Though in the trade of war I have slain men,
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Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the conscience
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To do no contrived murder: I lack iniquity
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Sometimes to do me service: nine or ten times
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I had thought to have yerk'd him here under the ribs.
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'Tis better as it is.
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Nay, but he prated,
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And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms
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Against your honour
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That, with the little godliness I have,
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I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray you, sir,
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Are you fast married? Be assured of this,
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That the magnifico is much beloved,
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And hath in his effect a voice potential
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As double as the duke's: he will divorce you;
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Or put upon you what restraint and grievance
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The law, with all his might to enforce it on,
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Will give him cable.
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Let him do his spite:
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My services which I have done the signiory
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Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know,--
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Which, when I know that boasting is an honour,
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I shall promulgate--I fetch my life and being
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From men of royal siege, and my demerits
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May speak unbonneted to as proud a fortune
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As this that I have reach'd: for know, Iago,
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But that I love the gentle Desdemona,
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I would not my unhoused free condition
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Put into circumscription and confine
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For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come yond?
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Those are the raised father and his friends:
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You were best go in.
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Not I I must be found:
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My parts, my title and my perfect soul
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Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they?
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By Janus, I think no.
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Enter CASSIO, and certain Officers with torches

The servants of the duke, and my lieutenant.
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The goodness of the night upon you, friends!
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What is the news?
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The duke does greet you, general,
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And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance,
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Even on the instant.
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What is the matter, think you?
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Something from Cyprus as I may divine:
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It is a business of some heat: the galleys
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Have sent a dozen sequent messengers
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This very night at one another's heels,
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And many of the consuls, raised and met,
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Are at the duke's already: you have been
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hotly call'd for;
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When, being not at your lodging to be found,
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The senate hath sent about three several guests
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To search you out.
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'Tis well I am found by you.
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I will but spend a word here in the house,
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And go with you.
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Ancient, what makes he here?
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'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land carack:
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If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever.
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I do not understand.
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He's married.
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To who?
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Re-enter OTHELLO

Marry, to--Come, captain, will you go?
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Have with you.
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Here comes another troop to seek for you.
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It is Brabantio. General, be advised;
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He comes to bad intent.
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Enter BRABANTIO, RODERIGO, and Officers with torches and weapons

Holla! stand there!
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Signior, it is the Moor.
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Down with him, thief!
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They draw on both sides

You, Roderigo! come, sir, I am for you.
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Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.
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Good signior, you shall more command with years
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Than with your weapons.
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O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow'd my daughter?
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Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her;
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For I'll refer me to all things of sense,
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If she in chains of magic were not bound,
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Whether a maid so tender, fair and happy,
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So opposite to marriage that she shunned
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The wealthy curled darlings of our nation,
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Would ever have, to incur a general mock,
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Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom
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Of such a thing as thou, to fear, not to delight.
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Judge me the world, if 'tis not gross in sense
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That thou hast practised on her with foul charms,
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Abused her delicate youth with drugs or minerals
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That weaken motion: I'll have't disputed on;
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'Tis probable and palpable to thinking.
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I therefore apprehend and do attach thee
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For an abuser of the world, a practiser
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Of arts inhibited and out of warrant.
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Lay hold upon him: if he do resist,
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Subdue him at his peril.
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Hold your hands,
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Both you of my inclining, and the rest:
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Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it
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Without a prompter. Where will you that I go
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To answer this your charge?
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To prison, till fit time
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Of law and course of direct session
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Call thee to answer.
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What if I do obey?
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How may the duke be therewith satisfied,
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Whose messengers are here about my side,
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Upon some present business of the state
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To bring me to him?
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First Officer
'Tis true, most worthy signior;
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The duke's in council and your noble self,
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I am sure, is sent for.
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How! the duke in council!
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In this time of the night! Bring him away:
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Mine's not an idle cause: the duke himself,
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Or any of my brothers of the state,
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Cannot but feel this wrong as 'twere their own;
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For if such actions may have passage free,
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Bond-slaves and pagans shall our statesmen be.
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SCENE III. A council-chamber.

Scene 3 of Act 1 begins with a meeting between Othello, Desdemona, Cassio, and Iago. Iago is trying to get Cassio drunk and make him look bad in front of Othello, while Desdemona and Othello discuss their love for each other. Iago's plan works, and Cassio gets into a fight with another man, which results in him losing his position as Othello's lieutenant.

Desdemona then speaks up for Cassio, asking Othello to reconsider his decision. Othello agrees to think about it, and Desdemona and Cassio leave. Iago then plants the seed of doubt in Othello's mind, suggesting that Desdemona and Cassio may be having an affair. Othello becomes angry and jealous, and Iago uses this to further manipulate him.

Overall, Scene 3 of Act 1 sets the stage for the rest of the play, as it establishes the relationships between the characters and the seeds of doubt that will eventually lead to tragedy. It also highlights the themes of jealousy and manipulation that are central to the play.

The DUKE and Senators sitting at a table; Officers attending

There is no composition in these news
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That gives them credit.
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First Senator
Indeed, they are disproportion'd;
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My letters say a hundred and seven galleys.
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And mine, a hundred and forty.
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Second Senator
And mine, two hundred:
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But though they jump not on a just account,--
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As in these cases, where the aim reports,
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'Tis oft with difference--yet do they all confirm
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A Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus.
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Nay, it is possible enough to judgment:
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I do not so secure me in the error,
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But the main article I do approve
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In fearful sense.
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(Within) What, ho! what, ho! what, ho!
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First Officer
A messenger from the galleys.
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Enter a Sailor

Now, what's the business?
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The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes;
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So was I bid report here to the state
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By Signior Angelo.
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How say you by this change?
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First Senator
This cannot be,
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By no assay of reason: 'tis a pageant,
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To keep us in false gaze. When we consider
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The importancy of Cyprus to the Turk,
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And let ourselves again but understand,
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That as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes,
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So may he with more facile question bear it,
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For that it stands not in such warlike brace,
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But altogether lacks the abilities
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That Rhodes is dress'd in: if we make thought of this,
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We must not think the Turk is so unskilful
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To leave that latest which concerns him first,
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Neglecting an attempt of ease and gain,
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To wake and wage a danger profitless.
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Nay, in all confidence, he's not for Rhodes.
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First Officer
Here is more news.
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Enter a Messenger

The Ottomites, reverend and gracious,
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Steering with due course towards the isle of Rhodes,
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Have there injointed them with an after fleet.
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First Senator
Ay, so I thought. How many, as you guess?
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Of thirty sail: and now they do restem
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Their backward course, bearing with frank appearance
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Their purposes toward Cyprus. Signior Montano,
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Your trusty and most valiant servitor,
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With his free duty recommends you thus,
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And prays you to believe him.
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'Tis certain, then, for Cyprus.
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Marcus Luccicos, is not he in town?
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First Senator
He's now in Florence.
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Write from us to him; post-post-haste dispatch.
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First Senator
Here comes Brabantio and the valiant Moor.
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Valiant Othello, we must straight employ you
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Against the general enemy Ottoman.
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I did not see you; welcome, gentle signior;
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We lack'd your counsel and your help tonight.
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So did I yours. Good your grace, pardon me;
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Neither my place nor aught I heard of business
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Hath raised me from my bed, nor doth the general care
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Take hold on me, for my particular grief
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Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature
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That it engluts and swallows other sorrows
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And it is still itself.
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Why, what's the matter?
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My daughter! O, my daughter!
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Ay, to me;
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She is abused, stol'n from me, and corrupted
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By spells and medicines bought of mountebanks;
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For nature so preposterously to err,
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Being not deficient, blind, or lame of sense,
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Sans witchcraft could not.
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Whoe'er he be that in this foul proceeding
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Hath thus beguiled your daughter of herself
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And you of her, the bloody book of law
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You shall yourself read in the bitter letter
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After your own sense, yea, though our proper son
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Stood in your action.
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Humbly I thank your grace.
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Here is the man, this Moor, whom now, it seems,
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Your special mandate for the state-affairs
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Hath hither brought.
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We are very sorry for't.
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(To OTHELLO) What, in your own part, can you say to this?
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Nothing, but this is so.
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Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors,
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My very noble and approved good masters,
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That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter,
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It is most true; true, I have married her:
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The very head and front of my offending
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Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech,
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And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace:
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For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith,
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Till now some nine moons wasted, they have used
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Their dearest action in the tented field,
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And little of this great world can I speak,
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More than pertains to feats of broil and battle,
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And therefore little shall I grace my cause
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In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience,
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I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver
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Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms,
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What conjuration and what mighty magic,
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For such proceeding I am charged withal,
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I won his daughter.
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A maiden never bold;
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Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion
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Blush'd at herself; and she, in spite of nature,
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Of years, of country, credit, every thing,
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To fall in love with what she fear'd to look on!
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It is a judgment maim'd and most imperfect
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That will confess perfection so could err
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Against all rules of nature, and must be driven
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To find out practises of cunning hell,
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Why this should be. I therefore vouch again
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That with some mixtures powerful o'er the blood,
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Or with some dram conjured to this effect,
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He wrought upon her.
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To vouch this, is no proof,
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Without more wider and more overt test
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Than these thin habits and poor likelihoods
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Of modern seeming do prefer against him.
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First Senator
But, Othello, speak:
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Did you by indirect and forced courses
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Subdue and poison this young maid's affections?
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Or came it by request and such fair question
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As soul to soul affordeth?
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I do beseech you,
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Send for the lady to the Sagittary,
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And let her speak of me before her father:
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If you do find me foul in her report,
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The trust, the office I do hold of you,
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Not only take away, but let your sentence
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Even fall upon my life.
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Fetch Desdemona hither.
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Ancient, conduct them: you best know the place.
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And, till she come, as truly as to heaven
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I do confess the vices of my blood,
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So justly to your grave ears I'll present
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How I did thrive in this fair lady's love,
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And she in mine.
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Say it, Othello.
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Her father loved me; oft invited me;
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Still question'd me the story of my life,
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From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes,
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That I have passed.
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I ran it through, even from my boyish days,
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To the very moment that he bade me tell it;
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Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances,
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Of moving accidents by flood and field
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Of hair-breadth scapes i' the imminent deadly breach,
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Of being taken by the insolent foe
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And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence
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And portance in my travels' history:
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Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle,
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Rough quarries, rocks and hills whose heads touch heaven
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It was my hint to speak,--such was the process;
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And of the Cannibals that each other eat,
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The Anthropophagi and men whose heads
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Do grow beneath their shoulders. This to hear
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Would Desdemona seriously incline:
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But still the house-affairs would draw her thence:
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Which ever as she could with haste dispatch,
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She'ld come again, and with a greedy ear
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Devour up my discourse: which I observing,
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Took once a pliant hour, and found good means
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To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart
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That I would all my pilgrimage dilate,
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Whereof by parcels she had something heard,
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But not intentively: I did consent,
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And often did beguile her of her tears,
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When I did speak of some distressful stroke
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That my youth suffer'd. My story being done,
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She gave me for my pains a world of sighs:
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She swore, in faith, twas strange, 'twas passing strange,
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'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful:
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She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd
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That heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd me,
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And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her,
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I should but teach him how to tell my story.
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And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake:
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She loved me for the dangers I had pass'd,
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And I loved her that she did pity them.
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This only is the witchcraft I have used:
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Here comes the lady; let her witness it.
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Enter DESDEMONA, IAGO, and Attendants

I think this tale would win my daughter too.
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Good Brabantio,
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Take up this mangled matter at the best:
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Men do their broken weapons rather use
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Than their bare hands.
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I pray you, hear her speak:
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If she confess that she was half the wooer,
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Destruction on my head, if my bad blame
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Light on the man! Come hither, gentle mistress:
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Do you perceive in all this noble company
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Where most you owe obedience?
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My noble father,
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I do perceive here a divided duty:
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To you I am bound for life and education;
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My life and education both do learn me
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How to respect you; you are the lord of duty;
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I am hitherto your daughter: but here's my husband,
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And so much duty as my mother show'd
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To you, preferring you before her father,
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So much I challenge that I may profess
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Due to the Moor my lord.
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God be wi' you! I have done.
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Please it your grace, on to the state-affairs:
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I had rather to adopt a child than get it.
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Come hither, Moor:
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I here do give thee that with all my heart
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Which, but thou hast already, with all my heart
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I would keep from thee. For your sake, jewel,
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I am glad at soul I have no other child:
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For thy escape would teach me tyranny,
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To hang clogs on them. I have done, my lord.
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Let me speak like yourself, and lay a sentence,
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Which, as a grise or step, may help these lovers
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Into your favour.
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When remedies are past, the griefs are ended
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By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.
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To mourn a mischief that is past and gone
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Is the next way to draw new mischief on.
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What cannot be preserved when fortune takes
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Patience her injury a mockery makes.
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The robb'd that smiles steals something from the thief;
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He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.
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So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile;
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We lose it not, so long as we can smile.
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He bears the sentence well that nothing bears
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But the free comfort which from thence he hears,
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But he bears both the sentence and the sorrow
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That, to pay grief, must of poor patience borrow.
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These sentences, to sugar, or to gall,
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Being strong on both sides, are equivocal:
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But words are words; I never yet did hear
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That the bruised heart was pierced through the ear.
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I humbly beseech you, proceed to the affairs of state.
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The Turk with a most mighty preparation makes for
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Cyprus. Othello, the fortitude of the place is best
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known to you; and though we have there a substitute
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of most allowed sufficiency, yet opinion, a
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sovereign mistress of effects, throws a more safer
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voice on you: you must therefore be content to
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slubber the gloss of your new fortunes with this
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more stubborn and boisterous expedition.
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The tyrant custom, most grave senators,
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Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war
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My thrice-driven bed of down: I do agnise
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A natural and prompt alacrity
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I find in hardness, and do undertake
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These present wars against the Ottomites.
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Most humbly therefore bending to your state,
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I crave fit disposition for my wife.
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Due reference of place and exhibition,
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With such accommodation and besort
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As levels with her breeding.
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If you please,
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Be't at her father's.
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I'll not have it so.
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Nor I; I would not there reside,
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To put my father in impatient thoughts
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By being in his eye. Most gracious duke,
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To my unfolding lend your prosperous ear;
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And let me find a charter in your voice,
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To assist my simpleness.
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What would You, Desdemona?
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That I did love the Moor to live with him,
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My downright violence and storm of fortunes
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May trumpet to the world: my heart's subdued
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Even to the very quality of my lord:
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I saw Othello's visage in his mind,
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And to his honour and his valiant parts
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Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
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So that, dear lords, if I be left behind,
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A moth of peace, and he go to the war,
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The rites for which I love him are bereft me,
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And I a heavy interim shall support
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By his dear absence. Let me go with him.
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Let her have your voices.
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Vouch with me, heaven, I therefore beg it not,
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To please the palate of my appetite,
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Nor to comply with heat--the young affects
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In me defunct--and proper satisfaction.
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But to be free and bounteous to her mind:
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And heaven defend your good souls, that you think
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I will your serious and great business scant
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For she is with me: no, when light-wing'd toys
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Of feather'd Cupid seal with wanton dullness
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My speculative and officed instruments,
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That my disports corrupt and taint my business,
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Let housewives make a skillet of my helm,
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And all indign and base adversities
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Make head against my estimation!
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Be it as you shall privately determine,
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Either for her stay or going: the affair cries haste,
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And speed must answer it.
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First Senator
You must away to-night.
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With all my heart.
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At nine i' the morning here we'll meet again.
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Othello, leave some officer behind,
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And he shall our commission bring to you;
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With such things else of quality and respect
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As doth import you.
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So please your grace, my ancient;
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A man he is of honest and trust:
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To his conveyance I assign my wife,
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With what else needful your good grace shall think
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To be sent after me.
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Let it be so.
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Good night to every one.
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And, noble signior,
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If virtue no delighted beauty lack,
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Your son-in-law is far more fair than black.
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First Senator
Adieu, brave Moor, use Desdemona well.
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Look to her, Moor, if thou hast eyes to see:
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She has deceived her father, and may thee.
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Exeunt DUKE OF VENICE, Senators, Officers, c

My life upon her faith! Honest Iago,
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My Desdemona must I leave to thee:
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I prithee, let thy wife attend on her:
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And bring them after in the best advantage.
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Come, Desdemona: I have but an hour
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Of love, of worldly matters and direction,
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To spend with thee: we must obey the time.
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What say'st thou, noble heart?
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What will I do, thinkest thou?
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Why, go to bed, and sleep.
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I will incontinently drown myself.
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If thou dost, I shall never love thee after. Why,
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thou silly gentleman!
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It is silliness to live when to live is torment; and
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then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.
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O villainous! I have looked upon the world for four
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times seven years; and since I could distinguish
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betwixt a benefit and an injury, I never found man
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that knew how to love himself. Ere I would say, I
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would drown myself for the love of a guinea-hen, I
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would change my humanity with a baboon.
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What should I do? I confess it is my shame to be so
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fond; but it is not in my virtue to amend it.
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Virtue! a fig! 'tis in ourselves that we are thus
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or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which
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our wills are gardeners: so that if we will plant
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nettles, or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up
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thyme, supply it with one gender of herbs, or
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distract it with many, either to have it sterile
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with idleness, or manured with industry, why, the
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power and corrigible authority of this lies in our
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wills. If the balance of our lives had not one
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scale of reason to poise another of sensuality, the
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blood and baseness of our natures would conduct us
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to most preposterous conclusions: but we have
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reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal
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stings, our unbitted lusts, whereof I take this that
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you call love to be a sect or scion.
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It cannot be.
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It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission of
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the will. Come, be a man. Drown thyself! drown
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cats and blind puppies. I have professed me thy
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friend and I confess me knit to thy deserving with
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cables of perdurable toughness; I could never
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better stead thee than now. Put money in thy
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purse; follow thou the wars; defeat thy favour with
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an usurped beard; I say, put money in thy purse. It
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cannot be that Desdemona should long continue her
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love to the Moor,-- put money in thy purse,--nor he
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his to her: it was a violent commencement, and thou
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shalt see an answerable sequestration:--put but
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money in thy purse. These Moors are changeable in
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their wills: fill thy purse with money:--the food
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that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be
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to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida. She must
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change for youth: when she is sated with his body,
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she will find the error of her choice: she must
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have change, she must: therefore put money in thy
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purse. If thou wilt needs damn thyself, do it a
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more delicate way than drowning. Make all the money
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thou canst: if sanctimony and a frail vow betwixt
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an erring barbarian and a supersubtle Venetian not
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too hard for my wits and all the tribe of hell, thou
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shalt enjoy her; therefore make money. A pox of
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drowning thyself! it is clean out of the way: seek
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thou rather to be hanged in compassing thy joy than
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to be drowned and go without her.
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Wilt thou be fast to my hopes, if I depend on
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the issue?
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Thou art sure of me:--go, make money:--I have told
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thee often, and I re-tell thee again and again, I
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hate the Moor: my cause is hearted; thine hath no
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less reason. Let us be conjunctive in our revenge
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against him: if thou canst cuckold him, thou dost
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thyself a pleasure, me a sport. There are many
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events in the womb of time which will be delivered.
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Traverse! go, provide thy money. We will have more
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of this to-morrow. Adieu.
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Where shall we meet i' the morning?
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At my lodging.
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I'll be with thee betimes.
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Go to; farewell. Do you hear, Roderigo?
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What say you?
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No more of drowning, do you hear?
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I am changed: I'll go sell all my land.
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Thus do I ever make my fool my purse:
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For I mine own gain'd knowledge should profane,
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If I would time expend with such a snipe.
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But for my sport and profit. I hate the Moor:
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And it is thought abroad, that 'twixt my sheets
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He has done my office: I know not if't be true;
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But I, for mere suspicion in that kind,
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Will do as if for surety. He holds me well;
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The better shall my purpose work on him.
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Cassio's a proper man: let me see now:
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To get his place and to plume up my will
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In double knavery--How, how? Let's see:--
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After some time, to abuse Othello's ear
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That he is too familiar with his wife.
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He hath a person and a smooth dispose
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To be suspected, framed to make women false.
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The Moor is of a free and open nature,
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That thinks men honest that but seem to be so,
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And will as tenderly be led by the nose
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As asses are.
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I have't. It is engender'd. Hell and night
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Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.
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Act II

Act 2 of Othello begins with the storm that has been raging throughout the night finally subsiding. Cassio arrives on the scene and tells Montano that Othello is on his way to Cyprus. Shortly after, Othello, Desdemona, Iago, and Emilia arrive.

Iago begins to sow the seeds of doubt in Othello's mind about Desdemona's loyalty. He tells Othello that Cassio and Desdemona have been having an affair. Othello becomes increasingly disturbed by Iago's insinuations and demands proof of Desdemona's infidelity.

Meanwhile, Roderigo is still in love with Desdemona and is angry at Iago for not helping him win her over. Iago convinces Roderigo to provoke Cassio into a fight, hoping that Cassio will be dismissed and Roderigo will have a chance with Desdemona.

Cassio, who is unaware of Iago's plot, drinks too much and gets into a fight with Roderigo. Montano tries to intervene but is injured in the scuffle. Othello arrives on the scene and is furious with Cassio for causing a disturbance. He strips Cassio of his rank and orders him to leave the island.

Desdemona tries to convince Othello to forgive Cassio, but he is too consumed with jealousy to listen. Iago continues to manipulate Othello, telling him that Cassio's behavior is proof of Desdemona's infidelity.

The act ends with Othello asking Iago for proof of Desdemona's betrayal and Iago promising to provide it.

SCENE I. A Sea-port in Cyprus. An open place near the quay.

In Scene 1 of Act 2, two men named Montano and two others are on a street in Cyprus discussing a storm that just passed. Montano is the governor's representative and has been left in charge while the governor is away. They are soon joined by Cassio, a young and inexperienced soldier, who is also looking for Othello. Cassio informs them that Othello has just married Desdemona, a white woman, and that they should celebrate. Montano agrees, but warns Cassio not to drink too much and cause a scene.

Just then, Othello arrives with his new bride and his men. They all join in the celebrations, and Othello orders that they continue throughout the night. However, Iago, one of Othello's men and a close friend, is secretly plotting to ruin Cassio's reputation and career. Iago convinces Cassio to drink more than he should, which causes him to become drunk and disorderly. Montano tries to intervene, but Cassio attacks him.

Othello comes to the scene and demands to know what happened. Iago lies and tells Othello that Cassio was fighting with Montano because of his love for Desdemona. Othello is furious and demotes Cassio from his position as lieutenant. Cassio is devastated and begs Desdemona to speak to Othello on his behalf.

The scene ends with Iago revealing his true intentions to the audience. He plans to use Cassio's downfall to his advantage and manipulate Othello into believing that Desdemona is unfaithful.

Enter MONTANO and two Gentlemen

What from the cape can you discern at sea?
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First Gentleman
Nothing at all: it is a highwrought flood;
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I cannot, 'twixt the heaven and the main,
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Descry a sail.
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Methinks the wind hath spoke aloud at land;
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A fuller blast ne'er shook our battlements:
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If it hath ruffian'd so upon the sea,
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What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them,
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Can hold the mortise? What shall we hear of this?
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Second Gentleman
A segregation of the Turkish fleet:
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For do but stand upon the foaming shore,
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The chidden billow seems to pelt the clouds;
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The wind-shaked surge, with high and monstrous mane,
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seems to cast water on the burning bear,
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And quench the guards of the ever-fixed pole:
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I never did like molestation view
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On the enchafed flood.
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If that the Turkish fleet
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Be not enshelter'd and embay'd, they are drown'd:
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It is impossible they bear it out.
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Enter a third Gentleman

Third Gentleman
News, lads! our wars are done.
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The desperate tempest hath so bang'd the Turks,
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That their designment halts: a noble ship of Venice
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Hath seen a grievous wreck and sufferance
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On most part of their fleet.
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How! is this true?
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Third Gentleman
The ship is here put in,
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A Veronesa; Michael Cassio,
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Lieutenant to the warlike Moor Othello,
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Is come on shore: the Moor himself at sea,
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And is in full commission here for Cyprus.
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I am glad on't; 'tis a worthy governor.
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Third Gentleman
But this same Cassio, though he speak of comfort
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Touching the Turkish loss, yet he looks sadly,
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And prays the Moor be safe; for they were parted
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With foul and violent tempest.
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Pray heavens he be;
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For I have served him, and the man commands
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Like a full soldier. Let's to the seaside, ho!
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As well to see the vessel that's come in
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As to throw out our eyes for brave Othello,
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Even till we make the main and the aerial blue
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An indistinct regard.
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Third Gentleman
Come, let's do so:
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For every minute is expectancy
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Of more arrivance.
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Thanks, you the valiant of this warlike isle,
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That so approve the Moor! O, let the heavens
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Give him defence against the elements,
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For I have lost us him on a dangerous sea.
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Is he well shipp'd?
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His bark is stoutly timber'd, his pilot
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Of very expert and approved allowance;
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Therefore my hopes, not surfeited to death,
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Stand in bold cure.
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A cry within 'A sail, a sail, a sail!'

Enter a fourth Gentleman

What noise?
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Fourth Gentleman
The town is empty; on the brow o' the sea
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Stand ranks of people, and they cry 'A sail!'
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My hopes do shape him for the governor.
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Guns heard

Second Gentlemen
They do discharge their shot of courtesy:
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Our friends at least.
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I pray you, sir, go forth,
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And give us truth who 'tis that is arrived.
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Second Gentleman
I shall.
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But, good lieutenant, is your general wived?
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Most fortunately: he hath achieved a maid
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That paragons description and wild fame;
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One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens,
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And in the essential vesture of creation
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Does tire the ingener.
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How now! who has put in?
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Second Gentleman
'Tis one Iago, ancient to the general.
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Has had most favourable and happy speed:
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Tempests themselves, high seas, and howling winds,
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The gutter'd rocks and congregated sands--
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Traitors ensteep'd to clog the guiltless keel,--
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As having sense of beauty, do omit
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Their mortal natures, letting go safely by
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The divine Desdemona.
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What is she?
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She that I spake of, our great captain's captain,
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Left in the conduct of the bold Iago,
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Whose footing here anticipates our thoughts
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A se'nnight's speed. Great Jove, Othello guard,
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And swell his sail with thine own powerful breath,
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That he may bless this bay with his tall ship,
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Make love's quick pants in Desdemona's arms,
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Give renew'd fire to our extincted spirits
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And bring all Cyprus comfort!
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O, behold,
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The riches of the ship is come on shore!
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Ye men of Cyprus, let her have your knees.
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Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven,
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Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
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Enwheel thee round!
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I thank you, valiant Cassio.
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What tidings can you tell me of my lord?
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He is not yet arrived: nor know I aught
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But that he's well and will be shortly here.
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O, but I fear--How lost you company?
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The great contention of the sea and skies
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Parted our fellowship--But, hark! a sail.
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Within 'A sail, a sail!' Guns heard

Second Gentleman
They give their greeting to the citadel;
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This likewise is a friend.
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See for the news.
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Good ancient, you are welcome.
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Welcome, mistress.
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Let it not gall your patience, good Iago,
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That I extend my manners; 'tis my breeding
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That gives me this bold show of courtesy.
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Kissing her

Sir, would she give you so much of her lips
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As of her tongue she oft bestows on me,
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You'll have enough.
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Alas, she has no speech.
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In faith, too much;
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I find it still, when I have list to sleep:
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Marry, before your ladyship, I grant,
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She puts her tongue a little in her heart,
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And chides with thinking.
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You have little cause to say so.
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Come on, come on; you are pictures out of doors,
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Bells in your parlors, wild-cats in your kitchens,
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Saints m your injuries, devils being offended,
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Players in your housewifery, and housewives' in your beds.
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O, fie upon thee, slanderer!
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Nay, it is true, or else I am a Turk:
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You rise to play and go to bed to work.
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You shall not write my praise.
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No, let me not.
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What wouldst thou write of me, if thou shouldst
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praise me?
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O gentle lady, do not put me to't;
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For I am nothing, if not critical.
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Come on assay. There's one gone to the harbour?
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Ay, madam.
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I am not merry; but I do beguile
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The thing I am, by seeming otherwise.
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Come, how wouldst thou praise me?
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I am about it; but indeed my invention
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Comes from my pate as birdlime does from frize;
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It plucks out brains and all: but my Muse labours,
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And thus she is deliver'd.
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If she be fair and wise, fairness and wit,
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The one's for use, the other useth it.
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Well praised! How if she be black and witty?
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If she be black, and thereto have a wit,
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She'll find a white that shall her blackness fit.
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Worse and worse.
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How if fair and foolish?
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She never yet was foolish that was fair;
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For even her folly help'd her to an heir.
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These are old fond paradoxes to make fools laugh i'
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the alehouse. What miserable praise hast thou for
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her that's foul and foolish?
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There's none so foul and foolish thereunto,
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But does foul pranks which fair and wise ones do.
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O heavy ignorance! thou praisest the worst best.
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But what praise couldst thou bestow on a deserving
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woman indeed, one that, in the authority of her
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merit, did justly put on the vouch of very malice itself?
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She that was ever fair and never proud,
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Had tongue at will and yet was never loud,
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Never lack'd gold and yet went never gay,
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Fled from her wish and yet said 'Now I may,'
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She that being anger'd, her revenge being nigh,
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Bade her wrong stay and her displeasure fly,
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She that in wisdom never was so frail
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To change the cod's head for the salmon's tail;
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She that could think and ne'er disclose her mind,
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See suitors following and not look behind,
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She was a wight, if ever such wight were,--
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To do what?
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To suckle fools and chronicle small beer.
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O most lame and impotent conclusion! Do not learn
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of him, Emilia, though he be thy husband. How say
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you, Cassio? is he not a most profane and liberal
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He speaks home, madam: You may relish him more in
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the soldier than in the scholar.
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(Aside) He takes her by the palm: ay, well said,
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whisper: with as little a web as this will I
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ensnare as great a fly as Cassio. Ay, smile upon
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her, do; I will gyve thee in thine own courtship.
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You say true; 'tis so, indeed: if such tricks as
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these strip you out of your lieutenantry, it had
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been better you had not kissed your three fingers so
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oft, which now again you are most apt to play the
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sir in. Very good; well kissed! an excellent
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courtesy! 'tis so, indeed. Yet again your fingers
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to your lips? would they were clyster-pipes for your sake!
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The Moor! I know his trumpet.
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'Tis truly so.
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Let's meet him and receive him.
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Lo, where he comes!
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Enter OTHELLO and Attendants

O my fair warrior!
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My dear Othello!
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It gives me wonder great as my content
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To see you here before me. O my soul's joy!
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If after every tempest come such calms,
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May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!
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And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas
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Olympus-high and duck again as low
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As hell's from heaven! If it were now to die,
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'Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear,
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My soul hath her content so absolute
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That not another comfort like to this
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Succeeds in unknown fate.
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The heavens forbid
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But that our loves and comforts should increase,
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Even as our days do grow!
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Amen to that, sweet powers!
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I cannot speak enough of this content;
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It stops me here; it is too much of joy:
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And this, and this, the greatest discords be
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That e'er our hearts shall make!
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(Aside) O, you are well tuned now!
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But I'll set down the pegs that make this music,
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As honest as I am.
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Come, let us to the castle.
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News, friends; our wars are done, the Turks
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are drown'd.
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How does my old acquaintance of this isle?
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Honey, you shall be well desired in Cyprus;
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I have found great love amongst them. O my sweet,
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I prattle out of fashion, and I dote
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In mine own comforts. I prithee, good Iago,
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Go to the bay and disembark my coffers:
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Bring thou the master to the citadel;
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He is a good one, and his worthiness
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Does challenge much respect. Come, Desdemona,
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Once more, well met at Cyprus.
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Exeunt OTHELLO, DESDEMONA, and Attendants

Do thou meet me presently at the harbour. Come
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hither. If thou be'st valiant,-- as, they say, base
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men being in love have then a nobility in their
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natures more than is native to them--list me. The
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lieutenant tonight watches on the court of
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guard:--first, I must tell thee this--Desdemona is
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directly in love with him.
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With him! why, 'tis not possible.
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Lay thy finger thus, and let thy soul be instructed.
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Mark me with what violence she first loved the Moor,
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but for bragging and telling her fantastical lies:
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and will she love him still for prating? let not
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thy discreet heart think it. Her eye must be fed;
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and what delight shall she have to look on the
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devil? When the blood is made dull with the act of
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sport, there should be, again to inflame it and to
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give satiety a fresh appetite, loveliness in favour,
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sympathy in years, manners and beauties; all which
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the Moor is defective in: now, for want of these
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required conveniences, her delicate tenderness will
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find itself abused, begin to heave the gorge,
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disrelish and abhor the Moor; very nature will
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instruct her in it and compel her to some second
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choice. Now, sir, this granted,--as it is a most
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pregnant and unforced position--who stands so
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eminent in the degree of this fortune as Cassio
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does? a knave very voluble; no further
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conscionable than in putting on the mere form of
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civil and humane seeming, for the better compassing
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of his salt and most hidden loose affection? why,
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none; why, none: a slipper and subtle knave, a
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finder of occasions, that has an eye can stamp and
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counterfeit advantages, though true advantage never
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present itself; a devilish knave. Besides, the
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knave is handsome, young, and hath all those
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requisites in him that folly and green minds look
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after: a pestilent complete knave; and the woman
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hath found him already.
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I cannot believe that in her; she's full of
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most blessed condition.
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Blessed fig's-end! the wine she drinks is made of
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grapes: if she had been blessed, she would never
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have loved the Moor. Blessed pudding! Didst thou
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not see her paddle with the palm of his hand? didst
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not mark that?
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Yes, that I did; but that was but courtesy.
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Lechery, by this hand; an index and obscure prologue
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to the history of lust and foul thoughts. They met
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so near with their lips that their breaths embraced
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together. Villanous thoughts, Roderigo! when these
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mutualities so marshal the way, hard at hand comes
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the master and main exercise, the incorporate
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conclusion, Pish! But, sir, be you ruled by me: I
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have brought you from Venice. Watch you to-night;
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for the command, I'll lay't upon you. Cassio knows
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you not. I'll not be far from you: do you find
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some occasion to anger Cassio, either by speaking
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too loud, or tainting his discipline; or from what
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other course you please, which the time shall more
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favourably minister.
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Sir, he is rash and very sudden in choler, and haply
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may strike at you: provoke him, that he may; for
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even out of that will I cause these of Cyprus to
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mutiny; whose qualification shall come into no true
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taste again but by the displanting of Cassio. So
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shall you have a shorter journey to your desires by
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the means I shall then have to prefer them; and the
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impediment most profitably removed, without the
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which there were no expectation of our prosperity.
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I will do this, if I can bring it to any
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I warrant thee. Meet me by and by at the citadel:
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I must fetch his necessaries ashore. Farewell.
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That Cassio loves her, I do well believe it;
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That she loves him, 'tis apt and of great credit:
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The Moor, howbeit that I endure him not,
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Is of a constant, loving, noble nature,
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And I dare think he'll prove to Desdemona
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A most dear husband. Now, I do love her too;
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Not out of absolute lust, though peradventure
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I stand accountant for as great a sin,
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But partly led to diet my revenge,
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For that I do suspect the lusty Moor
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Hath leap'd into my seat; the thought whereof
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Doth, like a poisonous mineral, gnaw my inwards;
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And nothing can or shall content my soul
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Till I am even'd with him, wife for wife,
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Or failing so, yet that I put the Moor
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At least into a jealousy so strong
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That judgment cannot cure. Which thing to do,
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If this poor trash of Venice, whom I trash
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For his quick hunting, stand the putting on,
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I'll have our Michael Cassio on the hip,
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Abuse him to the Moor in the rank garb--
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For I fear Cassio with my night-cap too--
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Make the Moor thank me, love me and reward me.
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For making him egregiously an ass
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And practising upon his peace and quiet
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Even to madness. 'Tis here, but yet confused:
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Knavery's plain face is never seen tin used.
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SCENE II. A street.

Scene 2 of Act 2 begins with Othello inviting Cassio to discuss the situation in Cyprus. Cassio expresses his concerns about the safety of the town and Othello reassures him that everything will be fine. Meanwhile, Iago convinces Roderigo to provoke Cassio into a fight in order to get him demoted from his position as lieutenant.

When Cassio arrives, Roderigo attacks him and Cassio defends himself, injuring Roderigo in the process. Othello hears the commotion and comes out to see what is happening. Iago manipulates the situation and convinces Othello that Cassio is a drunkard who is causing trouble in the town. Othello becomes angry and strips Cassio of his position as lieutenant.

Cassio is devastated and Iago tells him to seek the help of Desdemona, who is a close friend of Othello's and may be able to sway his decision. Iago also reveals to the audience that he plans to use this situation to further his own ambitions and destroy Othello's relationship with Desdemona.

Overall, Scene 2 of Act 2 is a pivotal moment in the play where Iago's manipulation and scheming sets in motion a chain of events that will ultimately lead to tragedy for the main characters.

Enter a Herald with a proclamation; People following

It is Othello's pleasure, our noble and valiant
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general, that, upon certain tidings now arrived,
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importing the mere perdition of the Turkish fleet,
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every man put himself into triumph; some to dance,
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some to make bonfires, each man to what sport and
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revels his addiction leads him: for, besides these
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beneficial news, it is the celebration of his
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nuptial. So much was his pleasure should be
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proclaimed. All offices are open, and there is full
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liberty of feasting from this present hour of five
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till the bell have told eleven. Heaven bless the
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isle of Cyprus and our noble general Othello!
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SCENE III. A hall in the castle.

Scene 3 of Act 2 takes place in a room in the castle where Othello and Iago are discussing Desdemona's behavior. Iago is planting seeds of doubt in Othello's mind about Desdemona's faithfulness. He suggests that she may have already betrayed him, citing her closeness with Cassio and the fact that she deceived her own father in order to be with Othello.

Othello becomes increasingly agitated and demands proof of Desdemona's infidelity. Iago tells him that he has seen Cassio with Desdemona's handkerchief, a gift from Othello, which he claims is proof of their affair. Othello becomes enraged and decides to kill both Desdemona and Cassio.

As the scene ends, Iago reveals his true intentions and gloats about his success in manipulating Othello. He plans to use Othello's jealousy and anger to his advantage in order to further his own agenda.

Enter OTHELLO, DESDEMONA, CASSIO, and Attendants

Good Michael, look you to the guard to-night:
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Let's teach ourselves that honourable stop,
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Not to outsport discretion.
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Iago hath direction what to do;
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But, notwithstanding, with my personal eye
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Will I look to't.
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Iago is most honest.
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Michael, good night: to-morrow with your earliest
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Let me have speech with you.
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Come, my dear love,
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The purchase made, the fruits are to ensue;
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That profit's yet to come 'tween me and you.
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Good night.
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Exeunt OTHELLO, DESDEMONA, and Attendants

Enter IAGO

Welcome, Iago; we must to the watch.
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Not this hour, lieutenant; 'tis not yet ten o' the
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clock. Our general cast us thus early for the love
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of his Desdemona; who let us not therefore blame:
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he hath not yet made wanton the night with her; and
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she is sport for Jove.
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She's a most exquisite lady.
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And, I'll warrant her, fun of game.
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Indeed, she's a most fresh and delicate creature.
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What an eye she has! methinks it sounds a parley of
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An inviting eye; and yet methinks right modest.
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And when she speaks, is it not an alarum to love?
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She is indeed perfection.
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Well, happiness to their sheets! Come, lieutenant, I
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have a stoup of wine; and here without are a brace
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of Cyprus gallants that would fain have a measure to
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the health of black Othello.
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Not to-night, good Iago: I have very poor and
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unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish
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courtesy would invent some other custom of
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O, they are our friends; but one cup: I'll drink for
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I have drunk but one cup to-night, and that was
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craftily qualified too, and, behold, what innovation
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it makes here: I am unfortunate in the infirmity,
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and dare not task my weakness with any more.
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What, man! 'tis a night of revels: the gallants
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desire it.
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Where are they?
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Here at the door; I pray you, call them in.
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I'll do't; but it dislikes me.
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If I can fasten but one cup upon him,
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With that which he hath drunk to-night already,
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He'll be as full of quarrel and offence
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As my young mistress' dog. Now, my sick fool Roderigo,
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Whom love hath turn'd almost the wrong side out,
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To Desdemona hath to-night caroused
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Potations pottle-deep; and he's to watch:
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Three lads of Cyprus, noble swelling spirits,
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That hold their honours in a wary distance,
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The very elements of this warlike isle,
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Have I to-night fluster'd with flowing cups,
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And they watch too. Now, 'mongst this flock of drunkards,
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Am I to put our Cassio in some action
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That may offend the isle.--But here they come:
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If consequence do but approve my dream,
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My boat sails freely, both with wind and stream.
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Re-enter CASSIO; with him MONTANO and Gentlemen; servants following with wine

'Fore God, they have given me a rouse already.
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Good faith, a little one; not past a pint, as I am
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a soldier.
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Some wine, ho!
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And let me the canakin clink, clink;
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And let me the canakin clink
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A soldier's a man;
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A life's but a span;
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Why, then, let a soldier drink.
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Some wine, boys!
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'Fore God, an excellent song.
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I learned it in England, where, indeed, they are
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most potent in potting: your Dane, your German, and
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your swag-bellied Hollander--Drink, ho!--are nothing
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to your English.
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Is your Englishman so expert in his drinking?
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Why, he drinks you, with facility, your Dane dead
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drunk; he sweats not to overthrow your Almain; he
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gives your Hollander a vomit, ere the next pottle
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can be filled.
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To the health of our general!
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I am for it, lieutenant; and I'll do you justice.
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O sweet England!
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King Stephen was a worthy peer,
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His breeches cost him but a crown;
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He held them sixpence all too dear,
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With that he call'd the tailor lown.
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He was a wight of high renown,
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And thou art but of low degree:
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'Tis pride that pulls the country down;
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Then take thine auld cloak about thee.
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Some wine, ho!
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Why, this is a more exquisite song than the other.
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Will you hear't again?
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No; for I hold him to be unworthy of his place that
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does those things. Well, God's above all; and there
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be souls must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved.
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It's true, good lieutenant.
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For mine own part,--no offence to the general, nor
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any man of quality,--I hope to be saved.
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And so do I too, lieutenant.
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Ay, but, by your leave, not before me; the
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lieutenant is to be saved before the ancient. Let's
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have no more of this; let's to our affairs.--Forgive
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us our sins!--Gentlemen, let's look to our business.
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Do not think, gentlemen. I am drunk: this is my
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ancient; this is my right hand, and this is my left:
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I am not drunk now; I can stand well enough, and
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speak well enough.
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Excellent well.
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Why, very well then; you must not think then that I am drunk.
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To the platform, masters; come, let's set the watch.
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You see this fellow that is gone before;
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He is a soldier fit to stand by Caesar
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And give direction: and do but see his vice;
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'Tis to his virtue a just equinox,
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The one as long as the other: 'tis pity of him.
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I fear the trust Othello puts him in.
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On some odd time of his infirmity,
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Will shake this island.
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But is he often thus?
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'Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep:
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He'll watch the horologe a double set,
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If drink rock not his cradle.
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It were well
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The general were put in mind of it.
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Perhaps he sees it not; or his good nature
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Prizes the virtue that appears in Cassio,
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And looks not on his evils: is not this true?
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(Aside to him) How now, Roderigo!
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I pray you, after the lieutenant; go.
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And 'tis great pity that the noble Moor
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Should hazard such a place as his own second
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With one of an ingraft infirmity:
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It were an honest action to say
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So to the Moor.
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Not I, for this fair island:
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I do love Cassio well; and would do much
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To cure him of this evil--But, hark! what noise?
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Cry within: 'Help! help!'

Re-enter CASSIO, driving in RODERIGO

You rogue! you rascal!
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What's the matter, lieutenant?
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A knave teach me my duty!
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I'll beat the knave into a twiggen bottle.
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Beat me!
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Dost thou prate, rogue?
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Nay, good lieutenant;
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I pray you, sir, hold your hand.
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Let me go, sir,
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Or I'll knock you o'er the mazzard.
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Come, come,
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you're drunk.
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They fight

(Aside to RODERIGO) Away, I say; go out, and cry a mutiny.
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Nay, good lieutenant,--alas, gentlemen;--
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Help, ho!--Lieutenant,--sir,--Montano,--sir;
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Help, masters!--Here's a goodly watch indeed!
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Who's that which rings the bell?--Diablo, ho!
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The town will rise: God's will, lieutenant, hold!
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You will be shamed for ever.
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Re-enter OTHELLO and Attendants

What is the matter here?
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'Zounds, I bleed still; I am hurt to the death.
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Hold, for your lives!
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Hold, ho! Lieutenant,--sir--Montano,--gentlemen,--
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Have you forgot all sense of place and duty?
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Hold! the general speaks to you; hold, hold, for shame!
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Why, how now, ho! from whence ariseth this?
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Are we turn'd Turks, and to ourselves do that
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Which heaven hath forbid the Ottomites?
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For Christian shame, put by this barbarous brawl:
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He that stirs next to carve for his own rage
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Holds his soul light; he dies upon his motion.
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Silence that dreadful bell: it frights the isle
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From her propriety. What is the matter, masters?
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Honest Iago, that look'st dead with grieving,
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Speak, who began this? on thy love, I charge thee.
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I do not know: friends all but now, even now,
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In quarter, and in terms like bride and groom
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Devesting them for bed; and then, but now--
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As if some planet had unwitted men--
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Swords out, and tilting one at other's breast,
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In opposition bloody. I cannot speak
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Any beginning to this peevish odds;
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And would in action glorious I had lost
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Those legs that brought me to a part of it!
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How comes it, Michael, you are thus forgot?
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I pray you, pardon me; I cannot speak.
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Worthy Montano, you were wont be civil;
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The gravity and stillness of your youth
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The world hath noted, and your name is great
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In mouths of wisest censure: what's the matter,
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That you unlace your reputation thus
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And spend your rich opinion for the name
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Of a night-brawler? give me answer to it.
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Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger:
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Your officer, Iago, can inform you,--
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While I spare speech, which something now
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offends me,--
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Of all that I do know: nor know I aught
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By me that's said or done amiss this night;
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Unless self-charity be sometimes a vice,
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And to defend ourselves it be a sin
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When violence assails us.
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Now, by heaven,
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My blood begins my safer guides to rule;
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And passion, having my best judgment collied,
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Assays to lead the way: if I once stir,
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Or do but lift this arm, the best of you
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Shall sink in my rebuke. Give me to know
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How this foul rout began, who set it on;
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And he that is approved in this offence,
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Though he had twinn'd with me, both at a birth,
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Shall lose me. What! in a town of war,
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Yet wild, the people's hearts brimful of fear,
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To manage private and domestic quarrel,
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In night, and on the court and guard of safety!
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'Tis monstrous. Iago, who began't?
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If partially affined, or leagued in office,
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Thou dost deliver more or less than truth,
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Thou art no soldier.
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Touch me not so near:
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I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth
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Than it should do offence to Michael Cassio;
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Yet, I persuade myself, to speak the truth
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Shall nothing wrong him. Thus it is, general.
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Montano and myself being in speech,
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There comes a fellow crying out for help:
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And Cassio following him with determined sword,
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To execute upon him. Sir, this gentleman
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Steps in to Cassio, and entreats his pause:
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Myself the crying fellow did pursue,
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Lest by his clamour--as it so fell out--
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The town might fall in fright: he, swift of foot,
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Outran my purpose; and I return'd the rather
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For that I heard the clink and fall of swords,
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And Cassio high in oath; which till to-night
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I ne'er might say before. When I came back--
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For this was brief--I found them close together,
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At blow and thrust; even as again they were
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When you yourself did part them.
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More of this matter cannot I report:
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But men are men; the best sometimes forget:
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Though Cassio did some little wrong to him,
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As men in rage strike those that wish them best,
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Yet surely Cassio, I believe, received
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From him that fled some strange indignity,
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Which patience could not pass.
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I know, Iago,
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Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter,
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Making it light to Cassio. Cassio, I love thee
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But never more be officer of mine.
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Look, if my gentle love be not raised up!
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I'll make thee an example.
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What's the matter?
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All's well now, sweeting; come away to bed.
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Sir, for your hurts, myself will be your surgeon:
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Lead him off.
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Iago, look with care about the town,
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And silence those whom this vile brawl distracted.
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Come, Desdemona: 'tis the soldiers' life
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To have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.
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Exeunt all but IAGO and CASSIO

What, are you hurt, lieutenant?
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Ay, past all surgery.
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Marry, heaven forbid!
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Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have lost
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my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of
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myself, and what remains is bestial. My reputation,
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Iago, my reputation!
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As I am an honest man, I thought you had received
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some bodily wound; there is more sense in that than
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in reputation. Reputation is an idle and most false
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imposition: oft got without merit, and lost without
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deserving: you have lost no reputation at all,
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unless you repute yourself such a loser. What, man!
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there are ways to recover the general again: you
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are but now cast in his mood, a punishment more in
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policy than in malice, even so as one would beat his
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offenceless dog to affright an imperious lion: sue
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to him again, and he's yours.
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I will rather sue to be despised than to deceive so
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good a commander with so slight, so drunken, and so
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indiscreet an officer. Drunk? and speak parrot?
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and squabble? swagger? swear? and discourse
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fustian with one's own shadow? O thou invisible
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spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by,
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let us call thee devil!
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What was he that you followed with your sword? What
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had he done to you?
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I know not.
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Is't possible?
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I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly;
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a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. O God, that men
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should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away
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their brains! that we should, with joy, pleasance
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revel and applause, transform ourselves into beasts!
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Why, but you are now well enough: how came you thus
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It hath pleased the devil drunkenness to give place
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to the devil wrath; one unperfectness shows me
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another, to make me frankly despise myself.
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Come, you are too severe a moraler: as the time,
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the place, and the condition of this country
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stands, I could heartily wish this had not befallen;
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but, since it is as it is, mend it for your own good.
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I will ask him for my place again; he shall tell me
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I am a drunkard! Had I as many mouths as Hydra,
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such an answer would stop them all. To be now a
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sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a
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beast! O strange! Every inordinate cup is
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unblessed and the ingredient is a devil.
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Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature,
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if it be well used: exclaim no more against it.
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And, good lieutenant, I think you think I love you.
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I have well approved it, sir. I drunk!
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You or any man living may be drunk! at a time, man.
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I'll tell you what you shall do. Our general's wife
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is now the general: may say so in this respect, for
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that he hath devoted and given up himself to the
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contemplation, mark, and denotement of her parts and
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graces: confess yourself freely to her; importune
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her help to put you in your place again: she is of
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so free, so kind, so apt, so blessed a disposition,
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she holds it a vice in her goodness not to do more
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than she is requested: this broken joint between
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you and her husband entreat her to splinter; and, my
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fortunes against any lay worth naming, this
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crack of your love shall grow stronger than it was before.
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You advise me well.
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I protest, in the sincerity of love and honest kindness.
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I think it freely; and betimes in the morning I will
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beseech the virtuous Desdemona to undertake for me:
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I am desperate of my fortunes if they cheque me here.
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You are in the right. Good night, lieutenant; I
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must to the watch.
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Good night, honest Iago.
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And what's he then that says I play the villain?
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When this advice is free I give and honest,
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Probal to thinking and indeed the course
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To win the Moor again? For 'tis most easy
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The inclining Desdemona to subdue
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In any honest suit: she's framed as fruitful
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As the free elements. And then for her
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To win the Moor--were't to renounce his baptism,
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All seals and symbols of redeemed sin,
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His soul is so enfetter'd to her love,
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That she may make, unmake, do what she list,
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Even as her appetite shall play the god
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With his weak function. How am I then a villain
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To counsel Cassio to this parallel course,
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Directly to his good? Divinity of hell!
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When devils will the blackest sins put on,
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They do suggest at first with heavenly shows,
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As I do now: for whiles this honest fool
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Plies Desdemona to repair his fortunes
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And she for him pleads strongly to the Moor,
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I'll pour this pestilence into his ear,
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That she repeals him for her body's lust;
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And by how much she strives to do him good,
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She shall undo her credit with the Moor.
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So will I turn her virtue into pitch,
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And out of her own goodness make the net
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That shall enmesh them all.
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How now, Roderigo!
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I do follow here in the chase, not like a hound that
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hunts, but one that fills up the cry. My money is
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almost spent; I have been to-night exceedingly well
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cudgelled; and I think the issue will be, I shall
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have so much experience for my pains, and so, with
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no money at all and a little more wit, return again to Venice.
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How poor are they that have not patience!
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What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
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Thou know'st we work by wit, and not by witchcraft;
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And wit depends on dilatory time.
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Does't not go well? Cassio hath beaten thee.
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And thou, by that small hurt, hast cashier'd Cassio:
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Though other things grow fair against the sun,
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Yet fruits that blossom first will first be ripe:
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Content thyself awhile. By the mass, 'tis morning;
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Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
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Retire thee; go where thou art billeted:
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Away, I say; thou shalt know more hereafter:
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Nay, get thee gone.
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Two things are to be done:
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My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress;
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I'll set her on;
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Myself the while to draw the Moor apart,
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And bring him jump when he may Cassio find
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Soliciting his wife: ay, that's the way
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Dull not device by coldness and delay.
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In Act 3 of Othello, tensions between Othello and his wife, Desdemona, continue to escalate. Othello becomes increasingly jealous of Desdemona's interactions with Cassio, one of his subordinates, and begins to believe that she is having an affair with him.

As a result of his suspicions, Othello demotes Cassio from his position as lieutenant and begins to treat Desdemona with increasing hostility. Despite her efforts to reassure him of her faithfulness, Othello becomes convinced of her guilt and decides to kill her.

Meanwhile, Iago, Othello's trusted advisor, continues to manipulate those around him in order to further his own agenda. He encourages Cassio to seek Desdemona's help in winning back his position, hoping to use their interactions as further evidence of an affair.

In the climactic scene of Act 3, Othello confronts Desdemona and accuses her of being unfaithful. Desdemona vehemently denies the accusation, but Othello is unmoved. He becomes increasingly agitated and eventually strikes her in front of others, further damaging his reputation.

As Act 3 comes to a close, Othello is consumed by his jealousy and rage, while Desdemona struggles to understand what has caused her husband to turn against her. The stage is set for further tragedy in the remaining acts of the play.

SCENE I. Before the castle.

Scene 1 of Act 3 of Othello begins with Cassio, a lieutenant, expressing his love for Bianca, a courtesan. As he speaks, Iago, a villainous character, enters and begins to manipulate Cassio. Iago suggests that Cassio should ask Bianca to copy a handkerchief that belongs to Othello's wife, Desdemona. Cassio agrees, not realizing the significance of the handkerchief.

Meanwhile, Othello, the play's protagonist, enters and Iago begins to plant seeds of doubt in his mind. Iago tells Othello that Cassio has spoken ill of him and that he has seen Cassio with the handkerchief. Othello, who is already insecure about his marriage to Desdemona, becomes enraged and vows to take revenge on both Cassio and Desdemona.

As the scene continues, Desdemona enters and tries to calm Othello's anger. She speaks of Cassio's good character and tries to defend him, but Othello remains convinced of his guilt. Desdemona then mentions the missing handkerchief, but Othello becomes even more irate and accuses her of infidelity.

The scene ends with Othello storming out and leaving Desdemona alone on stage. She is bewildered by his sudden rage and cannot understand what has caused him to turn against her. The audience is left wondering what will happen next and how the characters will resolve the conflict.

Enter CASSIO and some Musicians

Masters, play here; I will content your pains;
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Something that's brief; and bid 'Good morrow, general.'
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Enter Clown

Why masters, have your instruments been in Naples,
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that they speak i' the nose thus?
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First Musician
How, sir, how!
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Are these, I pray you, wind-instruments?
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First Musician
Ay, marry, are they, sir.
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O, thereby hangs a tail.
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First Musician
Whereby hangs a tale, sir?
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Marry. sir, by many a wind-instrument that I know.
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But, masters, here's money for you: and the general
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so likes your music, that he desires you, for love's
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sake, to make no more noise with it.
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First Musician
Well, sir, we will not.
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If you have any music that may not be heard, to't
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again: but, as they say to hear music the general
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does not greatly care.
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First Musician
We have none such, sir.
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Then put up your pipes in your bag, for I'll away:
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go; vanish into air; away!
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Exeunt Musicians

Dost thou hear, my honest friend?
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No, I hear not your honest friend; I hear you.
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Prithee, keep up thy quillets. There's a poor piece
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of gold for thee: if the gentlewoman that attends
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the general's wife be stirring, tell her there's
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one Cassio entreats her a little favour of speech:
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wilt thou do this?
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She is stirring, sir: if she will stir hither, I
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shall seem to notify unto her.
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Do, good my friend.
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In happy time, Iago.
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You have not been a-bed, then?
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Why, no; the day had broke
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Before we parted. I have made bold, Iago,
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To send in to your wife: my suit to her
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Is, that she will to virtuous Desdemona
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Procure me some access.
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I'll send her to you presently;
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And I'll devise a mean to draw the Moor
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Out of the way, that your converse and business
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May be more free.
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I humbly thank you for't.
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I never knew
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A Florentine more kind and honest.
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Good morrow, good Lieutenant: I am sorry
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For your displeasure; but all will sure be well.
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The general and his wife are talking of it;
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And she speaks for you stoutly: the Moor replies,
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That he you hurt is of great fame in Cyprus,
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And great affinity, and that in wholesome wisdom
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He might not but refuse you; but he protests he loves you
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And needs no other suitor but his likings
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To take the safest occasion by the front
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To bring you in again.
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Yet, I beseech you,
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If you think fit, or that it may be done,
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Give me advantage of some brief discourse
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With Desdemona alone.
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Pray you, come in;
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I will bestow you where you shall have time
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To speak your bosom freely.
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I am much bound to you.
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SCENE II. A room in the castle.

Scene 2 of Act 3 takes place in a room in the castle where Othello, Desdemona, Cassio, and Emilia are gathered. Othello is in a bad mood, and Desdemona tries to cheer him up by talking about Cassio. Othello becomes jealous and starts to question Desdemona about her relationship with Cassio. Desdemona becomes confused and upset, not understanding why Othello is acting this way.

Cassio enters the room and tries to talk to Othello, but Othello becomes angry and dismisses him. Cassio then turns to Desdemona for help, and she promises to speak to Othello on his behalf. Othello sees this exchange and becomes even more jealous, believing that Desdemona is having an affair with Cassio.

Othello then leaves the room, and Iago enters. He tells Cassio that he should speak to Desdemona about his situation, as she has a lot of influence over Othello. Cassio agrees to do so and leaves the room. Iago then uses this opportunity to plant seeds of doubt in Othello's mind, suggesting that Desdemona and Cassio are having an affair.

Emilia then enters the room and tells Desdemona that Othello is looking for her. Desdemona becomes even more confused and upset, not understanding why Othello is treating her this way. Emilia suggests that Othello is simply stressed out from his duties as a military leader, but Desdemona is not convinced.

The scene ends with Othello returning to the room and confronting Desdemona about her supposed affair with Cassio. Desdemona denies the accusations, but Othello remains unconvinced and becomes even more angry.

Enter OTHELLO, IAGO, and Gentlemen

These letters give, Iago, to the pilot;
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And by him do my duties to the senate:
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That done, I will be walking on the works;
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Repair there to me.
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Well, my good lord, I'll do't.
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This fortification, gentlemen, shall we see't?
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We'll wait upon your lordship.
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SCENE III. The garden of the castle.

Scene 3 of Act 3 takes place in a chamber in the castle where Othello and his wife, Desdemona, are having a conversation. Othello is angry and accuses Desdemona of being unfaithful to him with Cassio, his former lieutenant. Desdemona is confused and denies the claim, but Othello refuses to believe her.

Desdemona pleads with Othello to trust her and insists that she is innocent. She tells him that Cassio is just a friend and that she loves only him. Othello is still skeptical and demands proof of her loyalty. He tells her that he needs the handkerchief he gave her as a symbol of their love and that if she cannot produce it, he will know that she is lying to him.

Desdemona is distraught and cannot find the handkerchief. She tells Othello that she has lost it, but he sees this as further evidence of her guilt. He becomes more and more convinced that she is lying to him and becomes increasingly angry and abusive towards her.

The scene ends with Desdemona in tears, pleading with Othello to believe her and assuring him that she is faithful to him. Othello, however, is consumed by jealousy and suspicion and refuses to listen to her. The tension and drama of this scene are heightened by the fact that the audience knows that Desdemona is innocent and that Othello is being manipulated by Iago, his deceitful and scheming subordinate.


Be thou assured, good Cassio, I will do
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All my abilities in thy behalf.
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Good madam, do: I warrant it grieves my husband,
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As if the case were his.
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O, that's an honest fellow. Do not doubt, Cassio,
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But I will have my lord and you again
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As friendly as you were.
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Bounteous madam,
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Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio,
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He's never any thing but your true servant.
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I know't; I thank you. You do love my lord:
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You have known him long; and be you well assured
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He shall in strangeness stand no further off
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Than in a polite distance.
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Ay, but, lady,
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That policy may either last so long,
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Or feed upon such nice and waterish diet,
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Or breed itself so out of circumstance,
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That, I being absent and my place supplied,
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My general will forget my love and service.
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Do not doubt that; before Emilia here
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I give thee warrant of thy place: assure thee,
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If I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it
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To the last article: my lord shall never rest;
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I'll watch him tame and talk him out of patience;
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His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift;
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I'll intermingle every thing he does
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With Cassio's suit: therefore be merry, Cassio;
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For thy solicitor shall rather die
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Than give thy cause away.
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Madam, here comes my lord.
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Madam, I'll take my leave.
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Why, stay, and hear me speak.
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Madam, not now: I am very ill at ease,
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Unfit for mine own purposes.
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Well, do your discretion.
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Ha! I like not that.
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What dost thou say?
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Nothing, my lord: or if--I know not what.
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Was not that Cassio parted from my wife?
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Cassio, my lord! No, sure, I cannot think it,
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That he would steal away so guilty-like,
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Seeing you coming.
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I do believe 'twas he.
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How now, my lord!
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I have been talking with a suitor here,
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A man that languishes in your displeasure.
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Who is't you mean?
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Why, your lieutenant, Cassio. Good my lord,
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If I have any grace or power to move you,
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His present reconciliation take;
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For if he be not one that truly loves you,
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That errs in ignorance and not in cunning,
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I have no judgment in an honest face:
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I prithee, call him back.
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Went he hence now?
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Ay, sooth; so humbled
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That he hath left part of his grief with me,
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To suffer with him. Good love, call him back.
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Not now, sweet Desdemona; some other time.
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But shall't be shortly?
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The sooner, sweet, for you.
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Shall't be to-night at supper?
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No, not to-night.
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To-morrow dinner, then?
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I shall not dine at home;
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I meet the captains at the citadel.
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Why, then, to-morrow night; or Tuesday morn;
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On Tuesday noon, or night; on Wednesday morn:
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I prithee, name the time, but let it not
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Exceed three days: in faith, he's penitent;
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And yet his trespass, in our common reason--
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Save that, they say, the wars must make examples
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Out of their best--is not almost a fault
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To incur a private cheque. When shall he come?
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Tell me, Othello: I wonder in my soul,
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What you would ask me, that I should deny,
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Or stand so mammering on. What! Michael Cassio,
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That came a-wooing with you, and so many a time,
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When I have spoke of you dispraisingly,
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Hath ta'en your part; to have so much to do
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To bring him in! Trust me, I could do much,--
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Prithee, no more: let him come when he will;
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I will deny thee nothing.
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Why, this is not a boon;
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'Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves,
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Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm,
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Or sue to you to do a peculiar profit
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To your own person: nay, when I have a suit
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Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed,
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It shall be full of poise and difficult weight
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And fearful to be granted.
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I will deny thee nothing:
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Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this,
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To leave me but a little to myself.
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Shall I deny you? no: farewell, my lord.
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Farewell, my Desdemona: I'll come to thee straight.
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Emilia, come. Be as your fancies teach you;
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Whate'er you be, I am obedient.
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Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,
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But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
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Chaos is come again.
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My noble lord--
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What dost thou say, Iago?
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Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my lady,
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Know of your love?
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He did, from first to last: why dost thou ask?
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But for a satisfaction of my thought;
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No further harm.
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Why of thy thought, Iago?
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I did not think he had been acquainted with her.
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O, yes; and went between us very oft.
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Indeed! ay, indeed: discern'st thou aught in that?
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Is he not honest?
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Honest, my lord!
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Honest! ay, honest.
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My lord, for aught I know.
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What dost thou think?
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Think, my lord!
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Think, my lord!
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By heaven, he echoes me,
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As if there were some monster in his thought
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Too hideous to be shown. Thou dost mean something:
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I heard thee say even now, thou likedst not that,
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When Cassio left my wife: what didst not like?
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And when I told thee he was of my counsel
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In my whole course of wooing, thou criedst 'Indeed!'
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And didst contract and purse thy brow together,
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As if thou then hadst shut up in thy brain
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Some horrible conceit: if thou dost love me,
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Show me thy thought.
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My lord, you know I love you.
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I think thou dost;
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And, for I know thou'rt full of love and honesty,
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And weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath,
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Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more:
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For such things in a false disloyal knave
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Are tricks of custom, but in a man that's just
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They are close delations, working from the heart
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That passion cannot rule.
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For Michael Cassio,
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I dare be sworn I think that he is honest.
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I think so too.
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Men should be what they seem;
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Or those that be not, would they might seem none!
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Certain, men should be what they seem.
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Why, then, I think Cassio's an honest man.
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Nay, yet there's more in this:
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I prithee, speak to me as to thy thinkings,
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As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts
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The worst of words.
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Good my lord, pardon me:
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Though I am bound to every act of duty,
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I am not bound to that all slaves are free to.
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Utter my thoughts? Why, say they are vile and false;
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As where's that palace whereinto foul things
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Sometimes intrude not? who has a breast so pure,
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But some uncleanly apprehensions
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Keep leets and law-days and in session sit
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With meditations lawful?
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Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago,
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If thou but think'st him wrong'd and makest his ear
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A stranger to thy thoughts.
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I do beseech you--
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Though I perchance am vicious in my guess,
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As, I confess, it is my nature's plague
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To spy into abuses, and oft my jealousy
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Shapes faults that are not--that your wisdom yet,
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From one that so imperfectly conceits,
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Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble
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Out of his scattering and unsure observance.
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It were not for your quiet nor your good,
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Nor for my manhood, honesty, or wisdom,
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To let you know my thoughts.
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What dost thou mean?
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Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
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Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
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Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing;
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'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands:
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But he that filches from me my good name
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Robs me of that which not enriches him
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And makes me poor indeed.
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By heaven, I'll know thy thoughts.
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You cannot, if my heart were in your hand;
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Nor shall not, whilst 'tis in my custody.
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O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
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It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
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The meat it feeds on; that cuckold lives in bliss
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Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;
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But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er
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Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!
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O misery!
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Poor and content is rich and rich enough,
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But riches fineless is as poor as winter
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To him that ever fears he shall be poor.
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Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend
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From jealousy!
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Why, why is this?
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Think'st thou I'ld make a lie of jealousy,
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To follow still the changes of the moon
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With fresh suspicions? No; to be once in doubt
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Is once to be resolved: exchange me for a goat,
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When I shall turn the business of my soul
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To such exsufflicate and blown surmises,
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Matching thy inference. 'Tis not to make me jealous
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To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,
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Is free of speech, sings, plays and dances well;
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Where virtue is, these are more virtuous:
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Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw
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The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt;
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For she had eyes, and chose me. No, Iago;
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I'll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove;
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And on the proof, there is no more but this,--
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Away at once with love or jealousy!
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I am glad of it; for now I shall have reason
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To show the love and duty that I bear you
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With franker spirit: therefore, as I am bound,
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Receive it from me. I speak not yet of proof.
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Look to your wife; observe her well with Cassio;
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Wear your eye thus, not jealous nor secure:
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I would not have your free and noble nature,
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Out of self-bounty, be abused; look to't:
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I know our country disposition well;
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In Venice they do let heaven see the pranks
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They dare not show their husbands; their best conscience
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Is not to leave't undone, but keep't unknown.
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Dost thou say so?
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She did deceive her father, marrying you;
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And when she seem'd to shake and fear your looks,
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She loved them most.
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And so she did.
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Why, go to then;
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She that, so young, could give out such a seeming,
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To seal her father's eyes up close as oak-
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He thought 'twas witchcraft--but I am much to blame;
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I humbly do beseech you of your pardon
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For too much loving you.
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I am bound to thee for ever.
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I see this hath a little dash'd your spirits.
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Not a jot, not a jot.
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I' faith, I fear it has.
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I hope you will consider what is spoke
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Comes from my love. But I do see you're moved:
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I am to pray you not to strain my speech
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To grosser issues nor to larger reach
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Than to suspicion.
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I will not.
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Should you do so, my lord,
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My speech should fall into such vile success
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As my thoughts aim not at. Cassio's my worthy friend--
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My lord, I see you're moved.
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No, not much moved:
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I do not think but Desdemona's honest.
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Long live she so! and long live you to think so!
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And yet, how nature erring from itself,--
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Ay, there's the point: as--to be bold with you--
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Not to affect many proposed matches
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Of her own clime, complexion, and degree,
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Whereto we see in all things nature tends--
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Foh! one may smell in such a will most rank,
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Foul disproportion thoughts unnatural.
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But pardon me; I do not in position
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Distinctly speak of her; though I may fear
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Her will, recoiling to her better judgment,
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May fall to match you with her country forms
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And happily repent.
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Farewell, farewell:
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If more thou dost perceive, let me know more;
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Set on thy wife to observe: leave me, Iago:
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(Going) My lord, I take my leave.
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Why did I marry? This honest creature doubtless
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Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds.
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(Returning) My lord, I would I might entreat
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your honour
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To scan this thing no further; leave it to time:
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Though it be fit that Cassio have his place,
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For sure, he fills it up with great ability,
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Yet, if you please to hold him off awhile,
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You shall by that perceive him and his means:
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Note, if your lady strain his entertainment
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With any strong or vehement importunity;
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Much will be seen in that. In the mean time,
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Let me be thought too busy in my fears--
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As worthy cause I have to fear I am--
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And hold her free, I do beseech your honour.
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Fear not my government.
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I once more take my leave.
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This fellow's of exceeding honesty,
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And knows all qualities, with a learned spirit,
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Of human dealings. If I do prove her haggard,
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Though that her jesses were my dear heartstrings,
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I'ld whistle her off and let her down the wind,
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To pray at fortune. Haply, for I am black
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And have not those soft parts of conversation
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That chamberers have, or for I am declined
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Into the vale of years,--yet that's not much--
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She's gone. I am abused; and my relief
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Must be to loathe her. O curse of marriage,
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That we can call these delicate creatures ours,
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And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad,
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And live upon the vapour of a dungeon,
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Than keep a corner in the thing I love
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For others' uses. Yet, 'tis the plague of great ones;
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Prerogatived are they less than the base;
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'Tis destiny unshunnable, like death:
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Even then this forked plague is fated to us
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When we do quicken. Desdemona comes:
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If she be false, O, then heaven mocks itself!
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I'll not believe't.
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How now, my dear Othello!
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Your dinner, and the generous islanders
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By you invited, do attend your presence.
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I am to blame.
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Why do you speak so faintly?
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Are you not well?
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I have a pain upon my forehead here.
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'Faith, that's with watching; 'twill away again:
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Let me but bind it hard, within this hour
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It will be well.
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Your napkin is too little:
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Let it alone. Come, I'll go in with you.
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I am very sorry that you are not well.
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I am glad I have found this napkin:
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This was her first remembrance from the Moor:
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My wayward husband hath a hundred times
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Woo'd me to steal it; but she so loves the token,
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For he conjured her she should ever keep it,
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That she reserves it evermore about her
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To kiss and talk to. I'll have the work ta'en out,
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And give't Iago: what he will do with it
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Heaven knows, not I;
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I nothing but to please his fantasy.
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Re-enter Iago

How now! what do you here alone?
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Do not you chide; I have a thing for you.
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A thing for me? it is a common thing--
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To have a foolish wife.
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O, is that all? What will you give me now
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For the same handkerchief?
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What handkerchief?
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What handkerchief?
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Why, that the Moor first gave to Desdemona;
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That which so often you did bid me steal.
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Hast stol'n it from her?
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No, 'faith; she let it drop by negligence.
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And, to the advantage, I, being here, took't up.
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Look, here it is.
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A good wench; give it me.
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What will you do with 't, that you have been
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so earnest
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To have me filch it?
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(Snatching it) Why, what's that to you?
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If it be not for some purpose of import,
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Give't me again: poor lady, she'll run mad
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When she shall lack it.
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Be not acknown on 't; I have use for it.
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Go, leave me.
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I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin,
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And let him find it. Trifles light as air
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Are to the jealous confirmations strong
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As proofs of holy writ: this may do something.
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The Moor already changes with my poison:
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Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons.
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Which at the first are scarce found to distaste,
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But with a little act upon the blood.
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Burn like the mines of Sulphur. I did say so:
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Look, where he comes!
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Not poppy, nor mandragora,
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Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,
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Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
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Which thou owedst yesterday.
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Ha! ha! false to me?
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Why, how now, general! no more of that.
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Avaunt! be gone! thou hast set me on the rack:
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I swear 'tis better to be much abused
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Than but to know't a little.
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How now, my lord!
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What sense had I of her stol'n hours of lust?
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I saw't not, thought it not, it harm'd not me:
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I slept the next night well, was free and merry;
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I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips:
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He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stol'n,
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Let him not know't, and he's not robb'd at all.
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I am sorry to hear this.
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I had been happy, if the general camp,
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Pioners and all, had tasted her sweet body,
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So I had nothing known. O, now, for ever
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Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!
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Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars,
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That make ambition virtue! O, farewell!
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Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,
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The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
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The royal banner, and all quality,
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Pride, pomp and circumstance of glorious war!
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And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats
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The immortal Jove's dead clamours counterfeit,
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Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone!
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Is't possible, my lord?
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Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore,
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Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof:
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Or by the worth of man's eternal soul,
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Thou hadst been better have been born a dog
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Than answer my waked wrath!
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Is't come to this?
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Make me to see't; or, at the least, so prove it,
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That the probation bear no hinge nor loop
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To hang a doubt on; or woe upon thy life!
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My noble lord,--
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If thou dost slander her and torture me,
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Never pray more; abandon all remorse;
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On horror's head horrors accumulate;
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Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amazed;
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For nothing canst thou to damnation add
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Greater than that.
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O grace! O heaven forgive me!
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Are you a man? have you a soul or sense?
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God be wi' you; take mine office. O wretched fool.
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That livest to make thine honesty a vice!
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O monstrous world! Take note, take note, O world,
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To be direct and honest is not safe.
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I thank you for this profit; and from hence
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I'll love no friend, sith love breeds such offence.
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Nay, stay: thou shouldst be honest.
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I should be wise, for honesty's a fool
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And loses that it works for.
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By the world,
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I think my wife be honest and think she is not;
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I think that thou art just and think thou art not.
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I'll have some proof. Her name, that was as fresh
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As Dian's visage, is now begrimed and black
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As mine own face. If there be cords, or knives,
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Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams,
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I'll not endure it. Would I were satisfied!
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I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion:
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I do repent me that I put it to you.
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You would be satisfied?
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Would! nay, I will.
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And may: but, how? how satisfied, my lord?
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Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on--
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Behold her topp'd?
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Death and damnation! O!
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It were a tedious difficulty, I think,
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To bring them to that prospect: damn them then,
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If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster
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More than their own! What then? how then?
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What shall I say? Where's satisfaction?
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It is impossible you should see this,
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Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys,
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As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross
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As ignorance made drunk. But yet, I say,
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If imputation and strong circumstances,
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Which lead directly to the door of truth,
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Will give you satisfaction, you may have't.
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Give me a living reason she's disloyal.
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I do not like the office:
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But, sith I am enter'd in this cause so far,
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Prick'd to't by foolish honesty and love,
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I will go on. I lay with Cassio lately;
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And, being troubled with a raging tooth,
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I could not sleep.
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There are a kind of men so loose of soul,
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That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs:
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One of this kind is Cassio:
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In sleep I heard him say 'Sweet Desdemona,
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Let us be wary, let us hide our loves;'
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And then, sir, would he gripe and wring my hand,
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Cry 'O sweet creature!' and then kiss me hard,
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As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots
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That grew upon my lips: then laid his leg
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Over my thigh, and sigh'd, and kiss'd; and then
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Cried 'Cursed fate that gave thee to the Moor!'
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O monstrous! monstrous!
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Nay, this was but his dream.
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But this denoted a foregone conclusion:
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'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream.
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And this may help to thicken other proofs
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That do demonstrate thinly.
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I'll tear her all to pieces.
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Nay, but be wise: yet we see nothing done;
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She may be honest yet. Tell me but this,
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Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief
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Spotted with strawberries in your wife's hand?
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I gave her such a one; 'twas my first gift.
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I know not that; but such a handkerchief--
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I am sure it was your wife's--did I to-day
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See Cassio wipe his beard with.
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If it be that--
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If it be that, or any that was hers,
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It speaks against her with the other proofs.
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O, that the slave had forty thousand lives!
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One is too poor, too weak for my revenge.
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Now do I see 'tis true. Look here, Iago;
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All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven.
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'Tis gone.
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Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell!
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Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne
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To tyrannous hate! Swell, bosom, with thy fraught,
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For 'tis of aspics' tongues!
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Yet be content.
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O, blood, blood, blood!
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Patience, I say; your mind perhaps may change.
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Never, Iago: Like to the Pontic sea,
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Whose icy current and compulsive course
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Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on
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To the Propontic and the Hellespont,
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Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace,
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Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love,
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Till that a capable and wide revenge
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Swallow them up. Now, by yond marble heaven,
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In the due reverence of a sacred vow
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I here engage my words.
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Do not rise yet.
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Witness, you ever-burning lights above,
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You elements that clip us round about,
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Witness that here Iago doth give up
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The execution of his wit, hands, heart,
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To wrong'd Othello's service! Let him command,
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And to obey shall be in me remorse,
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What bloody business ever.
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They rise

I greet thy love,
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Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounteous,
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And will upon the instant put thee to't:
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Within these three days let me hear thee say
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That Cassio's not alive.
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My friend is dead; 'tis done at your request:
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But let her live.
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Damn her, lewd minx! O, damn her!
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Come, go with me apart; I will withdraw,
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To furnish me with some swift means of death
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For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant.
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I am your own for ever.
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SCENE IV. Before the castle.

Scene 4 of Act 3 of Othello takes place in a room in the castle. Desdemona, Cassio, and Emilia are discussing Cassio's demotion and Othello's behavior towards him. Desdemona offers to speak to Othello on Cassio's behalf, and Cassio agrees to meet with her later.

After Cassio leaves, Iago enters and starts to plant seeds of doubt in Othello's mind about Desdemona's fidelity. He tells Othello that Cassio and Desdemona have been spending time together and suggests that they may be having an affair. Othello becomes enraged and vows to get revenge.

Desdemona enters and tries to calm Othello down, but he accuses her of being unfaithful and demands to see her handkerchief, which he believes she has given to Cassio as a token of her love. Desdemona tries to explain that she has not given Cassio the handkerchief, but Othello does not believe her.

As the scene ends, Othello storms off, leaving Desdemona and Emilia alone. Desdemona is distraught and confused, unable to understand why Othello would accuse her of being unfaithful. Emilia tries to comfort her, but Desdemona can only lament her misfortune and wonder what she has done to deserve such treatment.

Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, and Clown

Do you know, sirrah, where Lieutenant Cassio lies?
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I dare not say he lies any where.
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Why, man?
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He's a soldier, and for one to say a soldier lies,
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is stabbing.
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Go to: where lodges he?
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To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you where I lie.
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Can any thing be made of this?
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I know not where he lodges, and for me to devise a
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lodging and say he lies here or he lies there, were
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to lie in mine own throat.
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Can you inquire him out, and be edified by report?
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I will catechise the world for him; that is, make
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questions, and by them answer.
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Seek him, bid him come hither: tell him I have
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moved my lord on his behalf, and hope all will be well.
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To do this is within the compass of man's wit: and
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therefore I will attempt the doing it.
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Where should I lose that handkerchief, Emilia?
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I know not, madam.
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Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse
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Full of crusadoes: and, but my noble Moor
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Is true of mind and made of no such baseness
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As jealous creatures are, it were enough
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To put him to ill thinking.
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Is he not jealous?
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Who, he? I think the sun where he was born
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Drew all such humours from him.
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Look, where he comes.
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I will not leave him now till Cassio
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Be call'd to him.
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How is't with you, my lord
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Well, my good lady.
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O, hardness to dissemble!--
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How do you, Desdemona?
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Well, my good lord.
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Give me your hand: this hand is moist, my lady.
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It yet hath felt no age nor known no sorrow.
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This argues fruitfulness and liberal heart:
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Hot, hot, and moist: this hand of yours requires
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A sequester from liberty, fasting and prayer,
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Much castigation, exercise devout;
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For here's a young and sweating devil here,
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That commonly rebels. 'Tis a good hand,
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A frank one.
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You may, indeed, say so;
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For 'twas that hand that gave away my heart.
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A liberal hand: the hearts of old gave hands;
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But our new heraldry is hands, not hearts.
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I cannot speak of this. Come now, your promise.
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What promise, chuck?
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I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you.
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I have a salt and sorry rheum offends me;
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Lend me thy handkerchief.
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Here, my lord.
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That which I gave you.
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I have it not about me.
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No, indeed, my lord.
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That is a fault.
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That handkerchief
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Did an Egyptian to my mother give;
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She was a charmer, and could almost read
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The thoughts of people: she told her, while
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she kept it,
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'Twould make her amiable and subdue my father
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Entirely to her love, but if she lost it
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Or made gift of it, my father's eye
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Should hold her loathed and his spirits should hunt
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After new fancies: she, dying, gave it me;
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And bid me, when my fate would have me wive,
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To give it her. I did so: and take heed on't;
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Make it a darling like your precious eye;
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To lose't or give't away were such perdition
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As nothing else could match.
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Is't possible?
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'Tis true: there's magic in the web of it:
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A sibyl, that had number'd in the world
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The sun to course two hundred compasses,
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In her prophetic fury sew'd the work;
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The worms were hallow'd that did breed the silk;
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And it was dyed in mummy which the skilful
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Conserved of maidens' hearts.
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Indeed! is't true?
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Most veritable; therefore look to't well.
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Then would to God that I had never seen't!
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Ha! wherefore?
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Why do you speak so startingly and rash?
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Is't lost? is't gone? speak, is it out
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o' the way?
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Heaven bless us!
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Say you?
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It is not lost; but what an if it were?
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I say, it is not lost.
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Fetch't, let me see't.
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Why, so I can, sir, but I will not now.
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This is a trick to put me from my suit:
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Pray you, let Cassio be received again.
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Fetch me the handkerchief: my mind misgives.
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Come, come;
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You'll never meet a more sufficient man.
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The handkerchief!
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I pray, talk me of Cassio.
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The handkerchief!
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A man that all his time
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Hath founded his good fortunes on your love,
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Shared dangers with you,--
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The handkerchief!
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In sooth, you are to blame.
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Is not this man jealous?
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I ne'er saw this before.
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Sure, there's some wonder in this handkerchief:
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I am most unhappy in the loss of it.
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'Tis not a year or two shows us a man:
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They are all but stomachs, and we all but food;
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To eat us hungerly, and when they are full,
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They belch us. Look you, Cassio and my husband!
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There is no other way; 'tis she must do't:
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And, lo, the happiness! go, and importune her.
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How now, good Cassio! what's the news with you?
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Madam, my former suit: I do beseech you
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That by your virtuous means I may again
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Exist, and be a member of his love
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Whom I with all the office of my heart
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Entirely honour: I would not be delay'd.
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If my offence be of such mortal kind
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That nor my service past, nor present sorrows,
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Nor purposed merit in futurity,
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Can ransom me into his love again,
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But to know so must be my benefit;
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So shall I clothe me in a forced content,
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And shut myself up in some other course,
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To fortune's alms.
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Alas, thrice-gentle Cassio!
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My advocation is not now in tune;
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My lord is not my lord; nor should I know him,
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Were he in favour as in humour alter'd.
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So help me every spirit sanctified,
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As I have spoken for you all my best
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And stood within the blank of his displeasure
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For my free speech! you must awhile be patient:
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What I can do I will; and more I will
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Than for myself I dare: let that suffice you.
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Is my lord angry?
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He went hence but now,
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And certainly in strange unquietness.
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Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon,
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When it hath blown his ranks into the air,
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And, like the devil, from his very arm
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Puff'd his own brother:--and can he be angry?
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Something of moment then: I will go meet him:
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There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry.
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I prithee, do so.
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Something, sure, of state,
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Either from Venice, or some unhatch'd practise
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Made demonstrable here in Cyprus to him,
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Hath puddled his clear spirit: and in such cases
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Men's natures wrangle with inferior things,
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Though great ones are their object. 'Tis even so;
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For let our finger ache, and it indues
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Our other healthful members even to that sense
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Of pain: nay, we must think men are not gods,
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Nor of them look for such observances
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As fit the bridal. Beshrew me much, Emilia,
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I was, unhandsome warrior as I am,
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Arraigning his unkindness with my soul;
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But now I find I had suborn'd the witness,
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And he's indicted falsely.
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Pray heaven it be state-matters, as you think,
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And no conception nor no jealous toy
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Concerning you.
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Alas the day! I never gave him cause.
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But jealous souls will not be answer'd so;
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They are not ever jealous for the cause,
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But jealous for they are jealous: 'tis a monster
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Begot upon itself, born on itself.
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Heaven keep that monster from Othello's mind!
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Lady, amen.
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I will go seek him. Cassio, walk hereabout:
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If I do find him fit, I'll move your suit
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And seek to effect it to my uttermost.
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I humbly thank your ladyship.
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Save you, friend Cassio!
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What make you from home?
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How is it with you, my most fair Bianca?
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I' faith, sweet love, I was coming to your house.
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And I was going to your lodging, Cassio.
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What, keep a week away? seven days and nights?
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Eight score eight hours? and lovers' absent hours,
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More tedious than the dial eight score times?
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O weary reckoning!
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Pardon me, Bianca:
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I have this while with leaden thoughts been press'd:
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But I shall, in a more continuate time,
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Strike off this score of absence. Sweet Bianca,
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Take me this work out.
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O Cassio, whence came this?
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This is some token from a newer friend:
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To the felt absence now I feel a cause:
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Is't come to this? Well, well.
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Go to, woman!
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Throw your vile guesses in the devil's teeth,
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From whence you have them. You are jealous now
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That this is from some mistress, some remembrance:
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No, in good troth, Bianca.
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Why, whose is it?
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I know not, sweet: I found it in my chamber.
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I like the work well: ere it be demanded--
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As like enough it will--I'ld have it copied:
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Take it, and do't; and leave me for this time.
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Leave you! wherefore?
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I do attend here on the general;
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And think it no addition, nor my wish,
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To have him see me woman'd.
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Why, I pray you?
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Not that I love you not.
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But that you do not love me.
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I pray you, bring me on the way a little,
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And say if I shall see you soon at night.
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'Tis but a little way that I can bring you;
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For I attend here: but I'll see you soon.
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'Tis very good; I must be circumstanced.
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Act IV

Act 4 of Othello opens with Iago continuing his manipulation of Othello, convincing him that his wife, Desdemona, is having an affair with Cassio, a lieutenant in Othello's army. Othello becomes increasingly convinced of Desdemona's infidelity and vows to kill her.

Meanwhile, Desdemona and Cassio discuss Othello's strange behavior and Cassio reveals that he has a plan to regain Othello's favor. He will ask Desdemona to intercede on his behalf and convince Othello to reinstate him as lieutenant.

Desdemona agrees to help Cassio and speaks to Othello about his treatment of Cassio. However, Othello becomes even more enraged and accuses her of lying. He then smothers her to death.

Finally, Emilia, Iago's wife and Desdemona's maid, arrives and discovers the murder. She confronts Othello and exposes Iago's deception, revealing that he was the one who convinced Othello of Desdemona's infidelity. Othello realizes his mistake and kills himself in despair.

SCENE I. Cyprus. Before the castle.

Scene 1 of Act 4 opens with two characters discussing the fate of Cassio. They reveal that Cassio has hired musicians to play outside of Othello's room in hopes of getting his job back. As they talk, Othello enters and orders them to leave. He then asks Cassio to come and speak with him.

When Cassio enters, Othello questions him about his behavior and actions. Cassio explains that he has hired the musicians to try and win back Othello's favor. Othello seems to soften towards Cassio and tells him that he will consider his request for his job back.

Just then, Iago enters and Othello asks him for advice on what to do about Cassio. Iago suggests that Othello should let Desdemona plead Cassio's case for him. Othello seems to agree and then asks Iago to kill Cassio as revenge for his supposed affair with Desdemona.

Iago agrees to this plan and leaves to carry it out. Othello is left alone and begins to spiral further into jealousy and suspicion, convinced that Desdemona has been unfaithful to him with Cassio.


Will you think so?
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Think so, Iago!
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To kiss in private?
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An unauthorized kiss.
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Or to be naked with her friend in bed
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An hour or more, not meaning any harm?
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Naked in bed, Iago, and not mean harm!
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It is hypocrisy against the devil:
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They that mean virtuously, and yet do so,
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The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt heaven.
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So they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip:
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But if I give my wife a handkerchief,--
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What then?
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Why, then, 'tis hers, my lord; and, being hers,
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She may, I think, bestow't on any man.
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She is protectress of her honour too:
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May she give that?
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Her honour is an essence that's not seen;
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They have it very oft that have it not:
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But, for the handkerchief,--
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By heaven, I would most gladly have forgot it.
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Thou said'st, it comes o'er my memory,
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As doth the raven o'er the infected house,
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Boding to all--he had my handkerchief.
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Ay, what of that?
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That's not so good now.
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If I had said I had seen him do you wrong?
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Or heard him say,--as knaves be such abroad,
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Who having, by their own importunate suit,
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Or voluntary dotage of some mistress,
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Convinced or supplied them, cannot choose
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But they must blab--
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Hath he said any thing?
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He hath, my lord; but be you well assured,
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No more than he'll unswear.
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What hath he said?
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'Faith, that he did--I know not what he did.
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What? what?
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With her?
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With her, on her; what you will.
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Lie with her! lie on her! We say lie on her, when
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they belie her. Lie with her! that's fulsome.
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confess, and be hanged for his labour;--first, to be
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hanged, and then to confess.--I tremble at it.
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Nature would not invest herself in such shadowing
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passion without some instruction. It is not words
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that shake me thus. Pish! Noses, ears, and lips.
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--Is't possible?--Confess--handkerchief!--O devil!--
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Falls in a trance

Work on,
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My medicine, work! Thus credulous fools are caught;
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And many worthy and chaste dames even thus,
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All guiltless, meet reproach. What, ho! my lord!
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My lord, I say! Othello!
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How now, Cassio!
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What's the matter?
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My lord is fall'n into an epilepsy:
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This is his second fit; he had one yesterday.
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Rub him about the temples.
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No, forbear;
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The lethargy must have his quiet course:
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If not, he foams at mouth and by and by
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Breaks out to savage madness. Look he stirs:
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Do you withdraw yourself a little while,
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He will recover straight: when he is gone,
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I would on great occasion speak with you.
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How is it, general? have you not hurt your head?
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Dost thou mock me?
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I mock you! no, by heaven.
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Would you would bear your fortune like a man!
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A horned man's a monster and a beast.
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There's many a beast then in a populous city,
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And many a civil monster.
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Did he confess it?
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Good sir, be a man;
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Think every bearded fellow that's but yoked
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May draw with you: there's millions now alive
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That nightly lie in those unproper beds
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Which they dare swear peculiar: your case is better.
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O, 'tis the spite of hell, the fiend's arch-mock,
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To lip a wanton in a secure couch,
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And to suppose her chaste! No, let me know;
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And knowing what I am, I know what she shall be.
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O, thou art wise; 'tis certain.
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Stand you awhile apart;
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Confine yourself but in a patient list.
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Whilst you were here o'erwhelmed with your grief--
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A passion most unsuiting such a man--
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Cassio came hither: I shifted him away,
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And laid good 'scuse upon your ecstasy,
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Bade him anon return and here speak with me;
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The which he promised. Do but encave yourself,
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And mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable scorns,
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That dwell in every region of his face;
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For I will make him tell the tale anew,
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Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when
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He hath, and is again to cope your wife:
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I say, but mark his gesture. Marry, patience;
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Or I shall say you are all in all in spleen,
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And nothing of a man.
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Dost thou hear, Iago?
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I will be found most cunning in my patience;
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But--dost thou hear?--most bloody.
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That's not amiss;
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But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw?
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Now will I question Cassio of Bianca,
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A housewife that by selling her desires
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Buys herself bread and clothes: it is a creature
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That dotes on Cassio; as 'tis the strumpet's plague
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To beguile many and be beguiled by one:
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He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain
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From the excess of laughter. Here he comes:
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As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad;
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And his unbookish jealousy must construe
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Poor Cassio's smiles, gestures and light behavior,
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Quite in the wrong. How do you now, lieutenant?
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The worser that you give me the addition
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Whose want even kills me.
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Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure on't.
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Now, if this suit lay in Bianco's power,
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How quickly should you speed!
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Alas, poor caitiff!
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Look, how he laughs already!
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I never knew woman love man so.
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Alas, poor rogue! I think, i' faith, she loves me.
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Now he denies it faintly, and laughs it out.
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Do you hear, Cassio?
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Now he importunes him
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To tell it o'er: go to; well said, well said.
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She gives it out that you shall marry hey:
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Do you intend it?
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Ha, ha, ha!
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Do you triumph, Roman? do you triumph?
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I marry her! what? a customer! Prithee, bear some
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charity to my wit: do not think it so unwholesome.
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Ha, ha, ha!
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So, so, so, so: they laugh that win.
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'Faith, the cry goes that you shall marry her.
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Prithee, say true.
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I am a very villain else.
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Have you scored me? Well.
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This is the monkey's own giving out: she is
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persuaded I will marry her, out of her own love and
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flattery, not out of my promise.
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Iago beckons me; now he begins the story.
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She was here even now; she haunts me in every place.
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I was the other day talking on the sea-bank with
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certain Venetians; and thither comes the bauble,
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and, by this hand, she falls me thus about my neck--
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Crying 'O dear Cassio!' as it were: his gesture
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imports it.
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So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me; so hales,
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and pulls me: ha, ha, ha!
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Now he tells how she plucked him to my chamber. O,
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I see that nose of yours, but not that dog I shall
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throw it to.
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Well, I must leave her company.
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Before me! look, where she comes.
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'Tis such another fitchew! marry a perfumed one.
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What do you mean by this haunting of me?
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Let the devil and his dam haunt you! What did you
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mean by that same handkerchief you gave me even now?
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I was a fine fool to take it. I must take out the
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work?--A likely piece of work, that you should find
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it in your chamber, and not know who left it there!
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This is some minx's token, and I must take out the
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work? There; give it your hobby-horse: wheresoever
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you had it, I'll take out no work on't.
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How now, my sweet Bianca! how now! how now!
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By heaven, that should be my handkerchief!
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An you'll come to supper to-night, you may; an you
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will not, come when you are next prepared for.
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After her, after her.
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'Faith, I must; she'll rail in the street else.
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Will you sup there?
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'Faith, I intend so.
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Well, I may chance to see you; for I would very fain
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speak with you.
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Prithee, come; will you?
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Go to; say no more.
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(Advancing) How shall I murder him, Iago?
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Did you perceive how he laughed at his vice?
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And did you see the handkerchief?
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Was that mine?
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Yours by this hand: and to see how he prizes the
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foolish woman your wife! she gave it him, and he
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hath given it his whore.
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I would have him nine years a-killing.
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A fine woman! a fair woman! a sweet woman!
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Nay, you must forget that.
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Ay, let her rot, and perish, and be damned to-night;
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for she shall not live: no, my heart is turned to
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stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand. O, the
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world hath not a sweeter creature: she might lie by
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an emperor's side and command him tasks.
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Nay, that's not your way.
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Hang her! I do but say what she is: so delicate
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with her needle: an admirable musician: O! she
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will sing the savageness out of a bear: of so high
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and plenteous wit and invention:--
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She's the worse for all this.
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O, a thousand thousand times: and then, of so
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gentle a condition!
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Ay, too gentle.
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Nay, that's certain: but yet the pity of it, Iago!
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O Iago, the pity of it, Iago!
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If you are so fond over her iniquity, give her
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patent to offend; for, if it touch not you, it comes
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near nobody.
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I will chop her into messes: cuckold me!
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O, 'tis foul in her.
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With mine officer!
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That's fouler.
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Get me some poison, Iago; this night: I'll not
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expostulate with her, lest her body and beauty
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unprovide my mind again: this night, Iago.
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Do it not with poison, strangle her in her bed, even
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the bed she hath contaminated.
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Good, good: the justice of it pleases: very good.
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And for Cassio, let me be his undertaker: you
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shall hear more by midnight.
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Excellent good.
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What trumpet is that same?
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Something from Venice, sure. 'Tis Lodovico
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Come from the duke: and, see, your wife is with him.
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Enter LODOVICO, DESDEMONA, and Attendants

Save you, worthy general!
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With all my heart, sir.
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The duke and senators of Venice greet you.
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Gives him a letter

I kiss the instrument of their pleasures.
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Opens the letter, and reads

And what's the news, good cousin Lodovico?
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I am very glad to see you, signior
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Welcome to Cyprus.
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I thank you. How does Lieutenant Cassio?
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Lives, sir.
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Cousin, there's fall'n between him and my lord
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An unkind breach: but you shall make all well.
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Are you sure of that?
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My lord?
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(Reads) 'This fail you not to do, as you will--'
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He did not call; he's busy in the paper.
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Is there division 'twixt my lord and Cassio?
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A most unhappy one: I would do much
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To atone them, for the love I bear to Cassio.
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Fire and brimstone!
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My lord?
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Are you wise?
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What, is he angry?
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May be the letter moved him;
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For, as I think, they do command him home,
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Deputing Cassio in his government.
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Trust me, I am glad on't.
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My lord?
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I am glad to see you mad.
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Why, sweet Othello,--
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(Striking her) Devil!
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I have not deserved this.
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My lord, this would not be believed in Venice,
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Though I should swear I saw't: 'tis very much:
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Make her amends; she weeps.
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O devil, devil!
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If that the earth could teem with woman's tears,
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Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile.
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Out of my sight!
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I will not stay to offend you.
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Truly, an obedient lady:
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I do beseech your lordship, call her back.
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My lord?
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What would you with her, sir?
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Who, I, my lord?
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Ay; you did wish that I would make her turn:
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Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on,
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And turn again; and she can weep, sir, weep;
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And she's obedient, as you say, obedient,
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Very obedient. Proceed you in your tears.
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Concerning this, sir,--O well-painted passion!--
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I am commanded home. Get you away;
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I'll send for you anon. Sir, I obey the mandate,
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And will return to Venice. Hence, avaunt!
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Cassio shall have my place. And, sir, tonight,
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I do entreat that we may sup together:
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You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus.--Goats and monkeys!
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Is this the noble Moor whom our full senate
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Call all in all sufficient? Is this the nature
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Whom passion could not shake? whose solid virtue
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The shot of accident, nor dart of chance,
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Could neither graze nor pierce?
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He is much changed.
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Are his wits safe? is he not light of brain?
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He's that he is: I may not breathe my censure
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What he might be: if what he might he is not,
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I would to heaven he were!
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What, strike his wife!
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'Faith, that was not so well; yet would I knew
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That stroke would prove the worst!
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Is it his use?
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Or did the letters work upon his blood,
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And new-create this fault?
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Alas, alas!
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It is not honesty in me to speak
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What I have seen and known. You shall observe him,
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And his own courses will denote him so
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That I may save my speech: do but go after,
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And mark how he continues.
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I am sorry that I am deceived in him.
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SCENE II. A room in the castle.

In Scene 2 of Act 4, two characters are discussing the fate of a third character. The first character is trying to convince the second character that the third character is guilty of a serious crime and deserves to be punished. The second character is hesitant to believe the accusations and is trying to gather more evidence before making a decision.

The first character becomes increasingly desperate and begins to use emotional manipulation to sway the second character's opinion. They argue back and forth until a third character enters the scene and provides new information that sheds light on the situation.

The second character is finally convinced of the third character's guilt and agrees to take action. The scene ends with the characters making plans to confront the accused and bring them to justice.


You have seen nothing then?
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Nor ever heard, nor ever did suspect.
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Yes, you have seen Cassio and she together.
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But then I saw no harm, and then I heard
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Each syllable that breath made up between them.
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What, did they never whisper?
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Never, my lord.
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Nor send you out o' the way?
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To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor nothing?
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Never, my lord.
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That's strange.
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I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest,
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Lay down my soul at stake: if you think other,
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Remove your thought; it doth abuse your bosom.
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If any wretch have put this in your head,
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Let heaven requite it with the serpent's curse!
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For, if she be not honest, chaste, and true,
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There's no man happy; the purest of their wives
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Is foul as slander.
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Bid her come hither: go.
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She says enough; yet she's a simple bawd
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That cannot say as much. This is a subtle whore,
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A closet lock and key of villanous secrets
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And yet she'll kneel and pray; I have seen her do't.
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My lord, what is your will?
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Pray, chuck, come hither.
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What is your pleasure?
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Let me see your eyes;
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Look in my face.
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What horrible fancy's this?
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(To EMILIA) Some of your function, mistress;
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Leave procreants alone and shut the door;
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Cough, or cry 'hem,' if any body come:
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Your mystery, your mystery: nay, dispatch.
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Upon my knees, what doth your speech import?
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I understand a fury in your words.
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But not the words.
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Why, what art thou?
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Your wife, my lord; your true
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And loyal wife.
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Come, swear it, damn thyself
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Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves
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Should fear to seize thee: therefore be double damn'd:
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Swear thou art honest.
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Heaven doth truly know it.
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Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.
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To whom, my lord? with whom? how am I false?
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O Desdemona! away! away! away!
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Alas the heavy day! Why do you weep?
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Am I the motive of these tears, my lord?
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If haply you my father do suspect
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An instrument of this your calling back,
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Lay not your blame on me: If you have lost him,
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Why, I have lost him too.
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Had it pleased heaven
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To try me with affliction; had they rain'd
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All kinds of sores and shames on my bare head.
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Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips,
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Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes,
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I should have found in some place of my soul
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A drop of patience: but, alas, to make me
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A fixed figure for the time of scorn
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To point his slow unmoving finger at!
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Yet could I bear that too; well, very well:
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But there, where I have garner'd up my heart,
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Where either I must live, or bear no life;
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The fountain from the which my current runs,
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Or else dries up; to be discarded thence!
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Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads
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To knot and gender in! Turn thy complexion there,
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Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin,--
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Ay, there, look grim as hell!
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I hope my noble lord esteems me honest.
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O, ay; as summer flies are in the shambles,
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That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed,
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Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet
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That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst
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ne'er been born!
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Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed?
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Was this fair paper, this most goodly book,
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Made to write 'whore' upon? What committed!
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Committed! O thou public commoner!
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I should make very forges of my cheeks,
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That would to cinders burn up modesty,
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Did I but speak thy deeds. What committed!
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Heaven stops the nose at it and the moon winks,
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The bawdy wind that kisses all it meets
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Is hush'd within the hollow mine of earth,
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And will not hear it. What committed!
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Impudent strumpet!
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By heaven, you do me wrong.
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Are you not a strumpet?
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No, as I am a Christian:
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If to preserve this vessel for my lord
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From any other foul unlawful touch
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Be not to be a strumpet, I am none.
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What, not a whore?
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No, as I shall be saved.
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Is't possible?
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O, heaven forgive us!
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I cry you mercy, then:
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I took you for that cunning whore of Venice
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That married with Othello.
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You, mistress,
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That have the office opposite to Saint Peter,
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And keep the gate of hell!
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You, you, ay, you!
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We have done our course; there's money for your pains:
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I pray you, turn the key and keep our counsel.
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Alas, what does this gentleman conceive?
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How do you, madam? how do you, my good lady?
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'Faith, half asleep.
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Good madam, what's the matter with my lord?
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With who?
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Why, with my lord, madam.
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Who is thy lord?
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He that is yours, sweet lady.
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I have none: do not talk to me, Emilia;
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I cannot weep; nor answer have I none,
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But what should go by water. Prithee, tonight
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Lay on my bed my wedding sheets: remember;
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And call thy husband hither.
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Here's a change indeed!
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'Tis meet I should be used so, very meet.
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How have I been behaved, that he might stick
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The small'st opinion on my least misuse?
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Re-enter EMILIA with IAGO

What is your pleasure, madam?
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How is't with you?
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I cannot tell. Those that do teach young babes
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Do it with gentle means and easy tasks:
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He might have chid me so; for, in good faith,
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I am a child to chiding.
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What's the matter, lady?
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Alas, Iago, my lord hath so bewhored her.
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Thrown such despite and heavy terms upon her,
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As true hearts cannot bear.
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Am I that name, Iago?
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What name, fair lady?
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Such as she says my lord did say I was.
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He call'd her whore: a beggar in his drink
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Could not have laid such terms upon his callat.
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Why did he so?
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I do not know; I am sure I am none such.
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Do not weep, do not weep. Alas the day!
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Hath she forsook so many noble matches,
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Her father and her country and her friends,
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To be call'd whore? would it not make one weep?
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It is my wretched fortune.
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Beshrew him for't!
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How comes this trick upon him?
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Nay, heaven doth know.
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I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain,
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Some busy and insinuating rogue,
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Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office,
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Have not devised this slander; I'll be hang'd else.
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Fie, there is no such man; it is impossible.
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If any such there be, heaven pardon him!
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A halter pardon him! and hell gnaw his bones!
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Why should he call her whore? who keeps her company?
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What place? what time? what form? what likelihood?
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The Moor's abused by some most villanous knave,
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Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow.
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O heaven, that such companions thou'ldst unfold,
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And put in every honest hand a whip
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To lash the rascals naked through the world
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Even from the east to the west!
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Speak within door.
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O, fie upon them! Some such squire he was
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That turn'd your wit the seamy side without,
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And made you to suspect me with the Moor.
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You are a fool; go to.
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O good Iago,
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What shall I do to win my lord again?
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Good friend, go to him; for, by this light of heaven,
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I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel:
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If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love,
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Either in discourse of thought or actual deed,
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Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense,
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Delighted them in any other form;
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Or that I do not yet, and ever did.
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And ever will--though he do shake me off
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To beggarly divorcement--love him dearly,
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Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much;
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And his unkindness may defeat my life,
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But never taint my love. I cannot say 'whore:'
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It does abhor me now I speak the word;
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To do the act that might the addition earn
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Not the world's mass of vanity could make me.
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I pray you, be content; 'tis but his humour:
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The business of the state does him offence,
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And he does chide with you.
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If 'twere no other--
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'Tis but so, I warrant.
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Hark, how these instruments summon to supper!
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The messengers of Venice stay the meat;
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Go in, and weep not; all things shall be well.
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How now, Roderigo!
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I do not find that thou dealest justly with me.
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What in the contrary?
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Every day thou daffest me with some device, Iago;
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and rather, as it seems to me now, keepest from me
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all conveniency than suppliest me with the least
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advantage of hope. I will indeed no longer endure
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it, nor am I yet persuaded to put up in peace what
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already I have foolishly suffered.
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Will you hear me, Roderigo?
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'Faith, I have heard too much, for your words and
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performances are no kin together.
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You charge me most unjustly.
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With nought but truth. I have wasted myself out of
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my means. The jewels you have had from me to
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deliver to Desdemona would half have corrupted a
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votarist: you have told me she hath received them
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and returned me expectations and comforts of sudden
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respect and acquaintance, but I find none.
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Well; go to; very well.
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Very well! go to! I cannot go to, man; nor 'tis
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not very well: nay, I think it is scurvy, and begin
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to find myself fobbed in it.
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Very well.
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I tell you 'tis not very well. I will make myself
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known to Desdemona: if she will return me my
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jewels, I will give over my suit and repent my
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unlawful solicitation; if not, assure yourself I
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will seek satisfaction of you.
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You have said now.
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Ay, and said nothing but what I protest intendment of doing.
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Why, now I see there's mettle in thee, and even from
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this instant to build on thee a better opinion than
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ever before. Give me thy hand, Roderigo: thou hast
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taken against me a most just exception; but yet, I
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protest, I have dealt most directly in thy affair.
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It hath not appeared.
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I grant indeed it hath not appeared, and your
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suspicion is not without wit and judgment. But,
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Roderigo, if thou hast that in thee indeed, which I
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have greater reason to believe now than ever, I mean
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purpose, courage and valour, this night show it: if
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thou the next night following enjoy not Desdemona,
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take me from this world with treachery and devise
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engines for my life.
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Well, what is it? is it within reason and compass?
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Sir, there is especial commission come from Venice
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to depute Cassio in Othello's place.
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Is that true? why, then Othello and Desdemona
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return again to Venice.
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O, no; he goes into Mauritania and takes away with
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him the fair Desdemona, unless his abode be
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lingered here by some accident: wherein none can be
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so determinate as the removing of Cassio.
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How do you mean, removing of him?
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Why, by making him uncapable of Othello's place;
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knocking out his brains.
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And that you would have me to do?
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Ay, if you dare do yourself a profit and a right.
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He sups to-night with a harlotry, and thither will I
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go to him: he knows not yet of his horrorable
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fortune. If you will watch his going thence, which
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I will fashion to fall out between twelve and one,
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you may take him at your pleasure: I will be near
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to second your attempt, and he shall fall between
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us. Come, stand not amazed at it, but go along with
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me; I will show you such a necessity in his death
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that you shall think yourself bound to put it on
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him. It is now high suppertime, and the night grows
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to waste: about it.
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I will hear further reason for this.
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And you shall be satisfied.
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SCENE III. Another room In the castle.

In Scene 3 of Act 4, a group of characters are gathered in a room discussing the actions of one of the main characters. They are concerned about his recent behavior and are plotting against him. One character suggests that they should kill him, while another argues that they should try to discredit him instead.

The main character in question enters the room and is confronted by the group. He denies any wrongdoing and tries to defend himself, but his words fall on deaf ears. The group continues to accuse him of betrayal and deceit.

As the scene progresses, tensions rise and the characters become increasingly agitated. The main character tries to reason with them, but they refuse to listen. In the end, he is left alone in the room, feeling betrayed and confused.

The scene is filled with dramatic tension and conflict as the characters grapple with issues of trust, betrayal, and loyalty. It sets the stage for the climactic events that will unfold in the final act of the play.


I do beseech you, sir, trouble yourself no further.
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O, pardon me: 'twill do me good to walk.
Link: 4.3.2

Madam, good night; I humbly thank your ladyship.
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Your honour is most welcome.
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Will you walk, sir?
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My lord?
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Get you to bed on the instant; I will be returned
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forthwith: dismiss your attendant there: look it be done.
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I will, my lord.
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Exeunt OTHELLO, LODOVICO, and Attendants

How goes it now? he looks gentler than he did.
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He says he will return incontinent:
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He hath commanded me to go to bed,
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And bade me to dismiss you.
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Dismiss me!
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It was his bidding: therefore, good Emilia,.
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Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu:
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We must not now displease him.
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I would you had never seen him!
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So would not I my love doth so approve him,
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That even his stubbornness, his cheques, his frowns--
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Prithee, unpin me,--have grace and favour in them.
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I have laid those sheets you bade me on the bed.
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All's one. Good faith, how foolish are our minds!
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If I do die before thee prithee, shroud me
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In one of those same sheets.
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Come, come you talk.
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My mother had a maid call'd Barbara:
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She was in love, and he she loved proved mad
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And did forsake her: she had a song of 'willow;'
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An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune,
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And she died singing it: that song to-night
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Will not go from my mind; I have much to do,
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But to go hang my head all at one side,
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And sing it like poor Barbara. Prithee, dispatch.
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Shall I go fetch your night-gown?
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No, unpin me here.
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This Lodovico is a proper man.
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A very handsome man.
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He speaks well.
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I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot
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to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip.
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(Singing) The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
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Sing all a green willow:
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Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
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Sing willow, willow, willow:
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The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans;
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Sing willow, willow, willow;
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Her salt tears fell from her, and soften'd the stones;
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Lay by these:--
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Sing willow, willow, willow;
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Prithee, hie thee; he'll come anon:--
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Sing all a green willow must be my garland.
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Let nobody blame him; his scorn I approve,-
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Nay, that's not next.--Hark! who is't that knocks?
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It's the wind.
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(Singing) I call'd my love false love; but what
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said he then?
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Sing willow, willow, willow:
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If I court moe women, you'll couch with moe men!
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So, get thee gone; good night Ate eyes do itch;
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Doth that bode weeping?
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'Tis neither here nor there.
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I have heard it said so. O, these men, these men!
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Dost thou in conscience think,--tell me, Emilia,--
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That there be women do abuse their husbands
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In such gross kind?
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There be some such, no question.
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Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world?
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Why, would not you?
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No, by this heavenly light!
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Nor I neither by this heavenly light;
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I might do't as well i' the dark.
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Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world?
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The world's a huge thing: it is a great price.
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For a small vice.
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In troth, I think thou wouldst not.
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In troth, I think I should; and undo't when I had
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done. Marry, I would not do such a thing for a
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joint-ring, nor for measures of lawn, nor for
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gowns, petticoats, nor caps, nor any petty
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exhibition; but for the whole world,--why, who would
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not make her husband a cuckold to make him a
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monarch? I should venture purgatory for't.
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Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong
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For the whole world.
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Why the wrong is but a wrong i' the world: and
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having the world for your labour, tis a wrong in your
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own world, and you might quickly make it right.
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I do not think there is any such woman.
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Yes, a dozen; and as many to the vantage as would
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store the world they played for.
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But I do think it is their husbands' faults
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If wives do fall: say that they slack their duties,
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And pour our treasures into foreign laps,
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Or else break out in peevish jealousies,
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Throwing restraint upon us; or say they strike us,
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Or scant our former having in despite;
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Why, we have galls, and though we have some grace,
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Yet have we some revenge. Let husbands know
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Their wives have sense like them: they see and smell
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And have their palates both for sweet and sour,
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As husbands have. What is it that they do
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When they change us for others? Is it sport?
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I think it is: and doth affection breed it?
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I think it doth: is't frailty that thus errs?
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It is so too: and have not we affections,
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Desires for sport, and frailty, as men have?
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Then let them use us well: else let them know,
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The ills we do, their ills instruct us so.
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Good night, good night: heaven me such uses send,
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Not to pick bad from bad, but by bad mend!
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Act V

Act 5 of Othello begins with Iago and Roderigo discussing their plan to attack Cassio, Othello's lieutenant, that night. Iago convinces Roderigo to go through with the plan, promising him that he will be able to win Desdemona's love if Cassio is out of the way.

In another part of the city, Othello is preparing to murder Desdemona, whom he believes has been unfaithful to him with Cassio. He is consumed by jealousy and rage and refuses to listen to Desdemona's protestations of innocence. As he is about to kill her, Emilia, Desdemona's maid and Iago's wife, enters and tries to stop him. She reveals that Iago has been manipulating him and that Desdemona is innocent. Othello is devastated by this news and realizes what a terrible mistake he has made.

Meanwhile, Roderigo and Cassio are fighting in the streets when Iago intervenes and stabs Cassio. Othello arrives on the scene and, upon realizing that he has been tricked by Iago, stabs him. Iago is arrested and Othello is left alone with Desdemona, who is dying from her wounds. She forgives him and dies, leaving him to realize the full extent of his actions.

The play ends with Othello's suicide, as he cannot bear the guilt and grief of what he has done. The other characters are left to contemplate the tragic consequences of jealousy and deception.

SCENE I. Cyprus. A street.

Scene 1 of Act 5 begins with Roderigo, a wealthy and foolish gentleman, complaining to his friend Iago about his failed attempts to win the affection of Desdemona, the wife of Othello, a general in the Venetian army. Iago, who has been manipulating Roderigo for his own gain, assures him that they can still achieve their goal of breaking up Othello and Desdemona's marriage.

Cassio, Othello's former lieutenant who was demoted due to Iago's scheming, enters the scene and Roderigo attacks him in a fit of jealousy. Iago then takes advantage of the situation and stabs Cassio in the leg, blaming it on Roderigo. Othello, who has been convinced by Iago that Desdemona is having an affair with Cassio, arrives on the scene and orders Cassio's arrest.

Roderigo is angry with Iago for manipulating him and demands that Iago fulfill his promise of helping him win Desdemona's love. Iago responds by stabbing Roderigo and leaving him for dead. Meanwhile, Othello confronts Desdemona about her supposed infidelity and ultimately smothers her to death.

Emilia, Desdemona's maid and Iago's wife, enters the scene and discovers the murder. She exposes Iago's lies and deceit to Othello, who then realizes the truth and kills himself. Cassio is appointed as the new governor of Cyprus and Iago is arrested for his crimes.


Here, stand behind this bulk; straight will he come:
Link: 5.1.1
Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home:
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Quick, quick; fear nothing; I'll be at thy elbow:
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It makes us, or it mars us; think on that,
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And fix most firm thy resolution.
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Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't.
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Here, at thy hand: be bold, and take thy stand.
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I have no great devotion to the deed;
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And yet he hath given me satisfying reasons:
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'Tis but a man gone. Forth, my sword: he dies.
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I have rubb'd this young quat almost to the sense,
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And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Cassio,
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Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other,
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Every way makes my gain: live Roderigo,
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He calls me to a restitution large
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Of gold and jewels that I bobb'd from him,
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As gifts to Desdemona;
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It must not be: if Cassio do remain,
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He hath a daily beauty in his life
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That makes me ugly; and, besides, the Moor
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May unfold me to him; there stand I in much peril:
Link: 5.1.21
No, he must die. But so: I hear him coming.
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I know his gait, 'tis he.--Villain, thou diest!
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Makes a pass at CASSIO

That thrust had been mine enemy indeed,
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But that my coat is better than thou know'st
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I will make proof of thine.
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Draws, and wounds RODERIGO

O, I am slain!
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IAGO from behind wounds CASSIO in the leg, and exit

I am maim'd for ever. Help, ho! murder! murder!
Link: 5.1.28



The voice of Cassio: Iago keeps his word.
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O, villain that I am!
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It is even so.
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O, help, ho! light! a surgeon!
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'Tis he:--O brave Iago, honest and just,
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That hast such noble sense of thy friend's wrong!
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Thou teachest me. Minion, your dear lies dead,
Link: 5.1.35
And your unblest fate hies: strumpet, I come.
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Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are blotted;
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Thy bed, lust-stain'd, shall with lust's blood be spotted.
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What, ho! no watch? no passage? murder! murder!
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'Tis some mischance; the cry is very direful.
Link: 5.1.40

O, help!
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O wretched villain!
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Two or three groan: it is a heavy night:
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These may be counterfeits: let's think't unsafe
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To come in to the cry without more help.
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Nobody come? then shall I bleed to death.
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Re-enter IAGO, with a light

Here's one comes in his shirt, with light and weapons.
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Who's there? whose noise is this that ones on murder?
Link: 5.1.50

We do not know.
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Did not you hear a cry?
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Here, here! for heaven's sake, help me!
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What's the matter?
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This is Othello's ancient, as I take it.
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The same indeed; a very valiant fellow.
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What are you here that cry so grievously?
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Iago? O, I am spoil'd, undone by villains!
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Give me some help.
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O me, lieutenant! what villains have done this?
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I think that one of them is hereabout,
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And cannot make away.
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O treacherous villains!
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What are you there? come in, and give some help.
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O, help me here!
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That's one of them.
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O murderous slave! O villain!
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O damn'd Iago! O inhuman dog!
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Kill men i' the dark!--Where be these bloody thieves?--
Link: 5.1.69
How silent is this town!--Ho! murder! murder!--
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What may you be? are you of good or evil?
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As you shall prove us, praise us.
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Signior Lodovico?
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He, sir.
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I cry you mercy. Here's Cassio hurt by villains.
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How is't, brother!
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My leg is cut in two.
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Marry, heaven forbid!
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Light, gentlemen; I'll bind it with my shirt.
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What is the matter, ho? who is't that cried?
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Who is't that cried!
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O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio! O Cassio,
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Cassio, Cassio!
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O notable strumpet! Cassio, may you suspect
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Who they should be that have thus many led you?
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I am to find you thus: I have been to seek you.
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Lend me a garter. So. O, for a chair,
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To bear him easily hence!
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Alas, he faints! O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio!
Link: 5.1.91

Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash
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To be a party in this injury.
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Patience awhile, good Cassio. Come, come;
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Lend me a light. Know we this face or no?
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Alas my friend and my dear countryman
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Roderigo! no:--yes, sure: O heaven! Roderigo.
Link: 5.1.97

What, of Venice?
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Even he, sir; did you know him?
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Know him! ay.
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Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle pardon;
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These bloody accidents must excuse my manners,
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That so neglected you.
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I am glad to see you.
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How do you, Cassio? O, a chair, a chair!
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He, he 'tis he.
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O, that's well said; the chair!
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Some good man bear him carefully from hence;
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I'll fetch the general's surgeon.
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For you, mistress,
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Save you your labour. He that lies slain
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here, Cassio,
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Was my dear friend: what malice was between you?
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None in the world; nor do I know the man.
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(To BIANCA) What, look you pale? O, bear him out
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o' the air.
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Stay you, good gentlemen. Look you pale, mistress?
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Do you perceive the gastness of her eye?
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Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon.
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Behold her well; I pray you, look upon her:
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Do you see, gentlemen? nay, guiltiness will speak,
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Though tongues were out of use.
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'Las, what's the matter? what's the matter, husband?
Link: 5.1.124

Cassio hath here been set on in the dark
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By Roderigo and fellows that are scaped:
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He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead.
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Alas, good gentleman! alas, good Cassio!
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This is the fruit of whoring. Prithee, Emilia,
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Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-night.
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What, do you shake at that?
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He supp'd at my house; but I therefore shake not.
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O, did he so? I charge you, go with me.
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Fie, fie upon thee, strumpet!
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I am no strumpet; but of life as honest
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As you that thus abuse me.
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As I! foh! fie upon thee!
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Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cassio dress'd.
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Come, mistress, you must tell's another tale.
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Emilia run you to the citadel,
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And tell my lord and lady what hath happ'd.
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Will you go on? I pray.
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This is the night
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That either makes me or fordoes me quite.
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SCENE II. A bedchamber in the castle: DESDEMONA in bed asleep; a light burning.

In Scene 2 of Act 5, a character named Emilia enters and finds her mistress Desdemona asleep in bed. She expresses concern for Desdemona's well-being and speaks of her troubled marriage to Othello. Suddenly, Othello enters the room and accuses Desdemona of infidelity, claiming that she has been unfaithful with Cassio. Desdemona denies the accusation, but Othello refuses to believe her and smothers her to death. Emilia attempts to stop him but is unsuccessful, and Othello eventually reveals that he was tricked into believing the affair by the deceitful Iago. Othello then takes his own life, and Emilia reveals Iago's plot before dying herself. The play ends with the tragic aftermath of the characters' actions and the devastating consequences of jealousy and betrayal.


It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,--
Link: 5.2.1
Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars!--
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It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood;
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Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow,
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And smooth as monumental alabaster.
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Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men.
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Put out the light, and then put out the light:
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If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,
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I can again thy former light restore,
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Should I repent me: but once put out thy light,
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Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature,
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I know not where is that Promethean heat
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That can thy light relume. When I have pluck'd the rose,
Link: 5.2.13
I cannot give it vital growth again.
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It must needs wither: I'll smell it on the tree.
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Ah balmy breath, that dost almost persuade
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Justice to break her sword! One more, one more.
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Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee,
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And love thee after. One more, and this the last:
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So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep,
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But they are cruel tears: this sorrow's heavenly;
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It strikes where it doth love. She wakes.
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Who's there? Othello?
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Ay. Desdemona.
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Will you come to bed, my lord?
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Have you pray'd to-night, Desdemona?
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Ay, my lord.
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If you bethink yourself of any crime
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Unreconciled as yet to heaven and grace,
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Solicit for it straight.
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Alas, my lord, what do you mean by that?
Link: 5.2.31

Well, do it, and be brief; I will walk by:
Link: 5.2.32
I would not kill thy unprepared spirit;
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No; heaven forfend! I would not kill thy soul.
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Talk you of killing?
Link: 5.2.35

Ay, I do.
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Then heaven
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Have mercy on me!
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Amen, with all my heart!
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If you say so, I hope you will not kill me.
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And yet I fear you; for you are fatal then
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When your eyes roll so: why I should fear I know not,
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Since guiltiness I know not; but yet I feel I fear.
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Think on thy sins.
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They are loves I bear to you.
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Ay, and for that thou diest.
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That death's unnatural that kills for loving.
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Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip?
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Some bloody passion shakes your very frame:
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These are portents; but yet I hope, I hope,
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They do not point on me.
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Peace, and be still!
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I will so. What's the matter?
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That handkerchief which I so loved and gave thee
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Thou gavest to Cassio.
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No, by my life and soul!
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Send for the man, and ask him.
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Sweet soul, take heed,
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Take heed of perjury; thou art on thy deathbed.
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Ay, but not yet to die.
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Yes, presently:
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Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin;
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For to deny each article with oath
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Cannot remove nor choke the strong conception
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That I do groan withal. Thou art to die.
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Then Lord have mercy on me!
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I say, amen.
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And have you mercy too! I never did
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Offend you in my life; never loved Cassio
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But with such general warranty of heaven
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As I might love: I never gave him token.
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By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in's hand.
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O perjured woman! thou dost stone my heart,
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And makest me call what I intend to do
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A murder, which I thought a sacrifice:
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I saw the handkerchief.
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He found it then;
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I never gave it him: send for him hither;
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Let him confess a truth.
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He hath confess'd.
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What, my lord?
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That he hath used thee.
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How? unlawfully?
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He will not say so.
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No, his mouth is stopp'd;
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Honest Iago hath ta'en order for't.
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O! my fear interprets: what, is he dead?
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Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge
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Had stomach for them all.
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Alas! he is betray'd and I undone.
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Out, strumpet! weep'st thou for him to my face?
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O, banish me, my lord, but kill me not!
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Down, strumpet!
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Kill me to-morrow: let me live to-night!
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Nay, if you strive--
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But half an hour!
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Being done, there is no pause.
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But while I say one prayer!
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It is too late.
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He stifles her

(Within) My lord, my lord! what, ho! my lord, my lord!
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What noise is this? Not dead? not yet quite dead?
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I that am cruel am yet merciful;
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I would not have thee linger in thy pain: So, so.
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(Within) What, ho! my lord, my lord!
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Who's there?
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(Within) O, good my lord, I would speak a word with you!
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Yes: 'tis Emilia. By and by. She's dead.
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'Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death.--
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The noise was here. Ha! no more moving?
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Still as the grave. Shall she come in? were't good?--
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I think she stirs again:--no. What's best to do?
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If she come in, she'll sure speak to my wife:
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My wife! my wife! what wife? I have no wife.
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O insupportable! O heavy hour!
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Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse
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Of sun and moon, and that the affrighted globe
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Should yawn at alteration.
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(Within) I do beseech you
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That I may speak with you, O, good my lord!
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I had forgot thee: O, come in, Emilia;
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Soft; by and by. Let me the curtains draw.
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Where art thou?
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What's the matter with thee now?
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O, my good lord, yonder's foul murders done!
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What, now?
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But now, my lord.
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It is the very error of the moon;
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She comes more nearer earth than she was wont,
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And makes men mad.
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Cassio, my lord, hath kill'd a young Venetian
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Call'd Roderigo.
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Roderigo kill'd!
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And Cassio kill'd!
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No, Cassio is not kill'd.
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Not Cassio kill'd! then murder's out of tune,
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And sweet revenge grows harsh.
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O, falsely, falsely murder'd!
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Alas, what cry is that?
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That! what?
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Out, and alas! that was my lady's voice.
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Help! help, ho! help! O lady, speak again!
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Sweet Desdemona! O sweet mistress, speak!
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A guiltless death I die.
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O, who hath done this deed?
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Nobody; I myself. Farewell
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Commend me to my kind lord: O, farewell!
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Why, how should she be murder'd?
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Alas, who knows?
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You heard her say herself, it was not I.
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She said so: I must needs report the truth.
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She's, like a liar, gone to burning hell:
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'Twas I that kill'd her.
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O, the more angel she,
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And you the blacker devil!
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She turn'd to folly, and she was a whore.
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Thou dost belie her, and thou art a devil.
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She was false as water.
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Thou art rash as fire, to say
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That she was false: O, she was heavenly true!
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Cassio did top her; ask thy husband else.
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O, I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell,
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But that I did proceed upon just grounds
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To this extremity. Thy husband knew it all.
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My husband!
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Thy husband.
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That she was false to wedlock?
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Ay, with Cassio. Nay, had she been true,
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If heaven would make me such another world
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Of one entire and Perfect chrysolite,
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I'ld not have sold her for it.
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My husband!
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Ay, 'twas he that told me first:
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An honest man he is, and hates the slime
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That sticks on filthy deeds.
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My husband!
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What needs this iteration, woman? I say thy husband.
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O mistress, villany hath made mocks with love,
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My husband say that she was false!
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He, woman;
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I say thy husband: dost understand the word?
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My friend, thy husband, honest, honest Iago.
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If he say so, may his pernicious soul
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Rot half a grain a day! he lies to the heart:
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She was too fond of her most filthy bargain.
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Do thy worst:
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This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven
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Than thou wast worthy her.
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Peace, you were best.
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Thou hast not half that power to do me harm
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As I have to be hurt. O gull! O dolt!
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As ignorant as dirt! thou hast done a deed--
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I care not for thy sword; I'll make thee known,
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Though I lost twenty lives.--Help! help, ho! help!
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The Moor hath kill'd my mistress! Murder! murder!
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Enter MONTANO, GRATIANO, IAGO, and others

What is the matter? How now, general!
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O, are you come, Iago? you have done well,
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That men must lay their murders on your neck.
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What is the matter?
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Disprove this villain, if thou be'st a man:
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He says thou told'st him that his wife was false:
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I know thou didst not, thou'rt not such a villain:
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Speak, for my heart is full.
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I told him what I thought, and told no more
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Than what he found himself was apt and true.
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But did you ever tell him she was false?
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You told a lie, an odious, damned lie;
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Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie.
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She false with Cassio!--did you say with Cassio?
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With Cassio, mistress. Go to, charm your tongue.
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I will not charm my tongue; I am bound to speak:
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My mistress here lies murder'd in her bed,--
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O heavens forfend!
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And your reports have set the murder on.
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Nay, stare not, masters: it is true, indeed.
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'Tis a strange truth.
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O monstrous act!
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Villany, villany, villany!
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I think upon't, I think: I smell't: O villany!--
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I thought so then:--I'll kill myself for grief:--
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O villany, villany!
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What, are you mad? I charge you, get you home.
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Good gentlemen, let me have leave to speak:
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'Tis proper I obey him, but not now.
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Perchance, Iago, I will ne'er go home.
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O! O! O!
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He falls on the bed

Nay, lay thee down and roar;
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For thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent
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That e'er did lift up eye.
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(Rising) O, she was foul!
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I scarce did know you, uncle: there lies your niece,
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Whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd:
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I know this act shows horrible and grim.
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Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead:
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Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief
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Shore his old thread in twain: did he live now,
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This sight would make him do a desperate turn,
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Yea, curse his better angel from his side,
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And fall to reprobation.
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'Tis pitiful; but yet Iago knows
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That she with Cassio hath the act of shame
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A thousand times committed; Cassio confess'd it:
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And she did gratify his amorous works
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With that recognizance and pledge of love
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Which I first gave her; I saw it in his hand:
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It was a handkerchief, an antique token
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My father gave my mother.
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O heaven! O heavenly powers!
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Come, hold your peace.
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'Twill out, 'twill out: I peace!
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No, I will speak as liberal as the north:
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Let heaven and men and devils, let them all,
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All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.
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Be wise, and get you home.
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I will not.
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IAGO offers to stab EMILIA

Your sword upon a woman?
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O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief thou speak'st of
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I found by fortune and did give my husband;
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For often, with a solemn earnestness,
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More than indeed belong'd to such a trifle,
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He begg'd of me to steal it.
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Villanous whore!
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She give it Cassio! no, alas! I found it,
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And I did give't my husband.
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Filth, thou liest!
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By heaven, I do not, I do not, gentlemen.
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O murderous coxcomb! what should such a fool
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Do with so good a woman?
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Are there no stones in heaven
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But what serve for the thunder?--Precious villain!
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He runs at IAGO IAGO, from behind, stabs EMILIA, and exit

The woman falls; sure, he hath kill'd his wife.
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Ay, ay: O, lay me by my mistress' side.
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He's gone, but his wife's kill'd.
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'Tis a notorious villain. Take you this weapon,
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Which I have here recover'd from the Moor:
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Come, guard the door without; let him not pass,
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But kill him rather. I'll after that same villain,
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For 'tis a damned slave.
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I am not valiant neither,
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But ever puny whipster gets my sword:
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But why should honour outlive honesty?
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Let it go all.
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What did thy song bode, lady?
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Hark, canst thou hear me? I will play the swan.
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And die in music.
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Willow, willow, willow,--
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Moor, she was chaste; she loved thee, cruel Moor;
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So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true;
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So speaking as I think, I die, I die.
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I have another weapon in this chamber;
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It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook's temper:--
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O, here it is. Uncle, I must come forth.
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(Within) If thou attempt it, it will cost thee dear:
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Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer.
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Look in upon me then and speak with me,
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Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee.
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What is the matter?
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Behold, I have a weapon;
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A better never did itself sustain
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Upon a soldier's thigh: I have seen the day,
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That, with this little arm and this good sword,
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I have made my way through more impediments
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Than twenty times your stop: but, O vain boast!
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Who can control his fate? 'tis not so now.
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Be not afraid, though you do see me weapon'd;
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Here is my journey's end, here is my butt,
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And very sea-mark of my utmost sail.
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Do you go back dismay'd? 'tis a lost fear;
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Man but a rush against Othello's breast,
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And he retires. Where should Othello go?
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Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr'd wench!
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Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at compt,
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This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven,
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And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl!
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Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave!
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Whip me, ye devils,
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From the possession of this heavenly sight!
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Blow me about in winds! roast me in sulphur!
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Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire!
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O Desdemona! Desdemona! dead!
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Oh! Oh! Oh!
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Enter LODOVICO. MONTANO, CASSIO carried in a chair, and Officers with IAGO, prisoner

Where is this rash and most unfortunate man?
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That's he that was Othello: here I am.
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Where is that viper? bring the villain forth.
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I look down towards his feet; but that's a fable.
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If that thou best a devil, I cannot kill thee.
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Wounds IAGO

Wrench his sword from him.
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I bleed, sir; but not kill'd.
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I am not sorry neither: I'ld have thee live;
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For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die.
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O thou Othello, thou wert once so good,
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Fall'n in the practise of a damned slave,
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What shall be said to thee?
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Why, any thing:
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An honourable murderer, if you will;
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For nought I did in hate, but all in honour.
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This wretch hath part confess'd his villany:
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Did you and he consent in Cassio's death?
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Dear general, I never gave you cause.
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I do believe it, and I ask your pardon.
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Will you, I pray, demand that demi-devil
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Why he hath thus ensnared my soul and body?
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Demand me nothing: what you know, you know:
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From this time forth I never will speak word.
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What, not to pray?
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Torments will ope your lips.
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Well, thou dost best.
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Sir, you shall understand what hath befall'n,
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Which, as I think, you know not. Here is a letter
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Found in the pocket of the slain Roderigo;
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And here another: the one of them imports
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The death of Cassio to be undertook
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By Roderigo.
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O villain!
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Most heathenish and most gross!
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Now here's another discontented paper,
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Found in his pocket too; and this, it seems,
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Roderigo meant to have sent this damned villain;
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But that belike Iago in the interim
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Came in and satisfied him.
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O the pernicious caitiff!
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How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief
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That was my wife's?
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I found it in my chamber:
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And he himself confess'd but even now
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That there he dropp'd it for a special purpose
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Which wrought to his desire.
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O fool! fool! fool!
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There is besides in Roderigo's letter,
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How he upbraids Iago, that he made him
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Brave me upon the watch; whereon it came
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That I was cast: and even but now he spake,
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After long seeming dead, Iago hurt him,
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Iago set him on.
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You must forsake this room, and go with us:
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Your power and your command is taken off,
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And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this slave,
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If there be any cunning cruelty
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That can torment him much and hold him long,
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It shall be his. You shall close prisoner rest,
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Till that the nature of your fault be known
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To the Venetian state. Come, bring him away.
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Soft you; a word or two before you go.
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I have done the state some service, and they know't.
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No more of that. I pray you, in your letters,
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When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,
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Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,
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Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak
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Of one that loved not wisely but too well;
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Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought
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Perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand,
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Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away
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Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes,
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Albeit unused to the melting mood,
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Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
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Their medicinal gum. Set you down this;
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And say besides, that in Aleppo once,
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Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk
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Beat a Venetian and traduced the state,
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I took by the throat the circumcised dog,
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And smote him, thus.
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Stabs himself

O bloody period!
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All that's spoke is marr'd.
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I kiss'd thee ere I kill'd thee: no way but this;
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Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.
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Falls on the bed, and dies

This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon;
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For he was great of heart.
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(To IAGO) O Spartan dog,
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More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea!
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Look on the tragic loading of this bed;
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This is thy work: the object poisons sight;
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Let it be hid. Gratiano, keep the house,
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And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor,
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For they succeed on you. To you, lord governor,
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Remains the censure of this hellish villain;
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The time, the place, the torture: O, enforce it!
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Myself will straight aboard: and to the state
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This heavy act with heavy heart relate.
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