Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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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.
Othe. Wherein of Antars vast, and Desarts idle,
Othe. Rough Quarries, Rocks, Hills, whose head touch heauen,