Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Oth. I had beene happy, if the generall Campe,
Oth. Pyoners and all, had tasted her sweet Body,
Oth. So I had nothing knowne. Oh now, for euer
Oth. Farewell the Tranquill minde; farewell Content;
Oth. Farewell the plumed Troopes, and the bigge Warres,
Oth. That makes Ambition, Vertue! Oh farewell;
Oth. Farewell the neighing Steed, and the shrill Trumpe,
Oth. The Spirit‑stirring Drum, th'Eare‑piercing Fife,
Oth. The Royall Banner, and all Qualitie,
Oth. Pride, Pompe, and Circumstance of glorious Warre:
Oth. And O you mortall Engines, whose rude throats
Oth. Th'immortall Ioues dread Clamours, counterfet,
Oth. Farewell: Othello's Occupation's gone.
Iago. Iago.
Iago. Is't possible, my Lord?
Oth. Oth.
Oth. Villaine, be sure thou proue my Loue a Whore;
Oth. Be sure of it: Giue me the Occular proofe,
Oth. Or
Oth. The Tragedie of Othello