No Fear Shakespeare
Othello
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Act 3, Scene 4, Page 2
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DESDEMONA
Where should I lose that handkerchief, Emilia?
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DESDEMONA
Where could I have lost that handkerchief, Emilia?
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EMILIA
I know not, madam.
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EMILIA
I don’t know, madam.
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DESDEMONA
Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse
Full of crusadoes. And but my noble Moor
Is true of mind and made of no such baseness
As jealous creatures are, it were enough
To put him to ill thinking.
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DESDEMONA
Believe me, I’d rather have lost a purse full of gold
coins. This would be enough to make my husband suspect me, if he
wasn’t so free of jealousy.
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EMILIA
Is he not jealous?
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EMILIA
He’s not jealous?
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DESDEMONA
Who, he? I think the sun where he was born
Drew all such humors from him.
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DESDEMONA
Who, him? I think all tendencies to jealousy were burned out of
him by the sun of his native land.
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EMILIA
Look where he comes.
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EMILIA
Look, here he comes.
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Enter OTHELLO
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OTHELLO enters. |
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DESDEMONA
I will not leave him now till Cassio
Be called to him.—How is ’t with you, my
lord?
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DESDEMONA
I won’t leave him alone until he gives Cassio his job
back.—How are you, my lord?
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OTHELLO
Well, my good lady.—(aside) Oh, hardness to dissemble!—
How do you, Desdemona?
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OTHELLO
I’m fine, my lady.—(to himself) Oh, it’s so hard to
pretend!—How are you, Desdemona?
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DESDEMONA
Well, my good
lord.
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DESDEMONA
I’m fine, my lord.
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OTHELLO
Give me your hand. This hand is moist, my lady.
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OTHELLO
Give me your hand. Your hand’s moist, my lady.
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DESDEMONA
It hath felt no age nor known no sorrow.
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DESDEMONA
It’s moist because it’s still young and
inexperienced.
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OTHELLO
This argues fruitfulness and liberal heart.
Hot, hot, and moist. This hand of yours requires
A sequester from liberty, fasting, and prayer,
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OTHELLO
It says you’re fertile, and you’ve got a
giving heart. Hot, hot and moist. With a hand like this you need
to
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