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I am
I am not what I am
The Moor
The Moor is of a free and open nature
O beware
O beware my lord of jealousy, it is the green eyed monster
Utter
Utter my thoughts? Why say they are vile and false
Trifles
Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proof of holy writ
All my
All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven
I follow
I follow him to serve my turn over him
Give me
Give me the ocular proof
An old
An old black ran is tupping your white ewe
She loved
She loved me for the dangers I had passed, I loved her that she did pity them
She has
She has deceived her father and may thee
I do nothing
I do nothing but to please his fancy
Farewell
Farewell the tranquil mind, farewell content
Put out
Put out the light and then put out the light
I prithee
I prithee speak to me as to thy thinkings
Is he not
Is he not honest? Honest my lord?
Work on
Work on, my medicine work