The Tragedy of Othello, the Moor of Venice Page #7

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Nay, lay thee down and roar,

for thou hast killed the sweetest

innocent that ever

did lift up eye.

O, she was foul!

Lago knows that she with

cassio hath the act of shame

a thousand times committed.

O heaven!

Cassio confessed it, and she

did gratify his amorous works

with that handkerchief!

Handkerchief!

- 'Twill out, 'twill out!

- Hold your peace.

I peace? No! I will speak as

liberal as the north!

Be wise.

Heaven! A man, devil did

them all, all, all!

I shame against me,

yet i'll speak.

Oh, thou dull moor, that

handkerchief thou speaks of

i found by fortune, and did

give my husband

she was chaste, she loved thee.

She loved thee.

Othello, did you and he

consent in cassio's death?

Ay.

Dear general, i never gave

you cause.

Othello, your power and

your command is taken off,

and cassio rules in cyprus.

Be not afraid though you do

see me weaponed.

Here is my journey's end.

Here is my butt, the very

seamark of my utmost sail.

Will you, i pray, demand that

demi-devil why he hath thus

ensnared my soul and body?

Demand me nothing.

What you know, you know.

Are there no stones in heaven

but what serves for the thunder?

I pray you, when you shall

these unlucky deeds relate,

speak of me as i am.

Nothing extenuate, nor set

down aught in malice.

Then must you speak of one that

loved not wisely, but too well.

Of one not easily jealous,

but being wrought,

perplexed in the extreme,

of one whose hand like the

base indian, threw a pearl

away richer than all his tribe.

Set you down this.

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