Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Othe. It was my hint to speake. Such was my Processe,
Othe. And of the Canibals that each others eate,
Othe. The Antropophague, and men whose heads
Othe. Grew beneath their shoulders. These things to heare,
Othe. Would Desdemona seriously incline:
Othe. But still the house Affaires would draw her hence:
Othe. Which euer as she could with haste dispatch,
Othe. She'l'd come againe, and with a greedie eare
Othe. Deuoure vp my discourse. Which I obseruing,
Othe. Tooke once a pliant houre, and found good meanes
Othe. To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart,
Othe. That I would all my Pilgrimage dilate,
Othe. Whereof by parcels she had something heard,
Othe. But not instinctiuely: I did consent,
Othe. And often did beguile her of her teares,
Othe. When I did speake of some distressefull stroke
Othe. That my youth suffer'd: My Storie being done,
Othe. She gaue me for my paines a world of kisses:
Othe. She swore in faith 'twas strange: 'twas passing strange,
Othe. 'Twas pittifull: 'twas wondrous pittifull.