OTHELLO - ACT ONE SCENE TWO

Nay but he prated

and spoke such scurvy and provoking terms

Let him do his spite

My services which I have done the signiory

Not I; I must be found. My parts, my title, and my perfect soul

Shall manifestly me rightly. Is it they?

The goodness of the night

upon you, friends.

The duke does greet you, general,and he requires your haste-

post-haste appearance Even on the instant

Faith, he tonight hath boraded a land carrack;

if it prove lawful prize, he’s made for ever

Keep up your bright swords

for the dew will rust them

If she in chains of magic

were not bound

abus’d her delicate youth

with drugs or minerals