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Work
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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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the character name is "Poet."
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Othello
[I, 2] |
Othello |
257 |
'Tis well I am found by you.
I will but spend a word here in the house,
And go with you.
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2 |
Othello
[IV, 2] |
Desdemona |
2917 |
O good Iago,
What shall I do to win my lord again?
Good friend, go to him; for, by this light of heaven,
I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel:
If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love,
Either in discourse of thought or actual deed,
Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense,
Delighted them in any other form;
Or that I do not yet, and ever did.
And ever will—though he do shake me off
To beggarly divorcement—love him dearly,
Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much;
And his unkindness may defeat my life,
But never taint my love. I cannot say 'whore:'
It does abhor me now I speak the word;
To do the act that might the addition earn
Not the world's mass of vanity could make me.
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3 |
Othello
[V, 1] |
Othello |
3171 |
The voice of Cassio: Iago keeps his word.
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4 |
Othello
[V, 2] |
Emilia |
3411 |
[Within] O, good my lord, I would speak a word with you!
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5 |
Othello
[V, 2] |
Othello |
3487 |
He, woman;
I say thy husband: dost understand the word?
My friend, thy husband, honest, honest Iago.
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6 |
Othello
[V, 2] |
Iago |
3665 |
Demand me nothing: what you know, you know:
From this time forth I never will speak word.
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7 |
Othello
[V, 2] |
Othello |
3705 |
Soft you; a word or two before you go.
I have done the state some service, and they know't.
No more of that. I pray you, in your letters,
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
Perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand,
Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away
Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes,
Albeit unused to the melting mood,
Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Their medicinal gum. Set you down this;
And say besides, that in Aleppo once,
Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk
Beat a Venetian and traduced the state,
I took by the throat the circumcised dog,
And smote him, thus.
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