O Recitation

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Thus do I ever make my fool my purse

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For I mine own gained knowledge should profane

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If I would time expend with such (a) snipe

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But for my sport and profit. I hate the Moor,

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And it is thought abroad that ‘twixt my sheets

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‘Has done my office. I know not if ‘t be true,

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But I, for mere suspicion in that kind,

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Will do as if for surety. He holds me well.

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The better shall my purpose work on him.

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Cassio’s a proper man. Let me see now:

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To get his place and to plume up my will

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In double knavery—How? how?—Let’s see.

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After some time, to abuse Othello’s {ear}

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‘That he is too familiar with his wife.

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He hath a person and a smooth dispose

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To be suspected, framed to make women false.

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The Moor is of a free and open nature

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That thinks men honest that but seem to be so,

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And will as tenderly be led by th’ nose

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As asses are.

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I have ‘t. It is engendered. Hell and night

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Must bring this monstrous birth to the world’s light.