Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Des. And let me finde a Charter in your voice
Des. T'assist my simplenesse.
Duke. Duke.
Duke. What would you Desdemona?
Des. Des.
Des. That I loue the Moore, to liue with him,
Des. My downe‑right violence, and storme of Fortunes,
Des. May
Des. the Moore of Venice.
Des. May trumpet to the world. My heart's subdu'd
Des. Euen to the very quality of my Lord;
Des. I saw Othello's visage in his mind,
Des. And to his Honours and his valiant parts,
Des. Did I my soule and Fortunes consecrate.
Des. So that (deere Lords) if I be left behind
Des. A Moth of Peace, and he go to the Warre,
Des. The Rites for why I loue him, are bereft me:
Des. And I a heauie interim shall support
Des. By his deere absence. Let me go with him.
Othe. Othe.