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We are ready to try our fortunes
To the last man.

      — King Henry IV. Part II, Act IV Scene 2

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KEYWORD: fetch

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1

Othello
[I, 2]

Othello

221

Let him do his spite:
My services which I have done the signiory
Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know,—
Which, when I know that boasting is an honour,
I shall promulgate—I fetch my life and being
From men of royal siege, and my demerits
May speak unbonneted to as proud a fortune
As this that I have reach'd: for know, Iago,
But that I love the gentle Desdemona,
I would not my unhoused free condition
Put into circumscription and confine
For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come yond?

2

Othello
[I, 3]

Duke of Venice

464

Fetch Desdemona hither.

3

Othello
[II, 1]

Iago

1083

I warrant thee. Meet me by and by at the citadel:
I must fetch his necessaries ashore. Farewell.

4

Othello
[III, 4]

Othello

2276

Fetch me the handkerchief: my mind misgives.

5

Othello
[IV, 2]

Othello

2746

To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor nothing?

6

Othello
[IV, 3]

Emilia

3055

Shall I go fetch your night-gown?

7

Othello
[V, 1]

Gratiano

3258

Some good man bear him carefully from hence;
I'll fetch the general's surgeon.
[To BIANCA]
For you, mistress,
Save you your labour. He that lies slain
here, Cassio,
Was my dear friend: what malice was between you?

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