Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Othe. So iustly to your Graue eares, Ile present
Othe. How
Othe. The Tragedie of Othello
Othe. How I did thriue in this faire Ladies loue,
Othe. And she in mine.
Duke. Duke.
Duke. Say it Othello.
Othe. Othe.
Othe. Her Father lou'd me, oft inuited me:
Othe. Still question'd me the Storie of my life,
Othe. From yeare to yeare: the Battaile, Sieges, Fortune,
Othe. That I haue past.
Othe. I ran it through, euen from my boyish daies,
Othe. To th'very moment that he bad me tell it.
Othe. Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances:
Othe. Of mouing Accidents by Flood and Field,
Othe. Of haire‑breadth scapes i'th'imminent deadly breach;
Othe. Of being taken by the Insolent Foe,
Othe. And sold to slauery. Of my redemption thence,
Othe. And portance in my Trauellours historie.