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Iago. O, sir! content you ; I follow him to serve my turn upon him : We cannot all be
masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark Many a duteous
and knee-crooking knave, That, doting on his own obsequious bondage, ...
Iago. O, sir! content you ; I follow him to serve my turn upon him : We cannot all be
masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark Many a duteous
and knee-crooking knave, That, doting on his own obsequious bondage, ...
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For, sir, It is as sure as you are Roderigo, Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago: In
following him, I follow but myself; Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, But
seeming so, for my peculiar end: For when my outward action doth demonstrate ...
For, sir, It is as sure as you are Roderigo, Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago: In
following him, I follow but myself; Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, But
seeming so, for my peculiar end: For when my outward action doth demonstrate ...
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Iago. Awake what, ho Brabantio ! thieves | thieves | [thieves || - Look to your
house, your daughter, and your bags || Thieves thieves | Enter BRABANTIo,
above, at a window. Brabantio. What is the reason of this terrible summons What
is the ...
Iago. Awake what, ho Brabantio ! thieves | thieves | [thieves || - Look to your
house, your daughter, and your bags || Thieves thieves | Enter BRABANTIo,
above, at a window. Brabantio. What is the reason of this terrible summons What
is the ...
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Iago. [Zounds, sir! you are one of those that will not serve God, if the Devil bid you
. Because we come to do you service, and you think we are ruffians, you'll have
your daughter cover'd with a Barbary horse: you'll have your nephews neigh to ...
Iago. [Zounds, sir! you are one of those that will not serve God, if the Devil bid you
. Because we come to do you service, and you think we are ruffians, you'll have
your daughter cover'd with a Barbary horse: you'll have your nephews neigh to ...
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At every house I'll call; I may command at most. — Get weapons, hol And raise
some special officers of night. — On, good Roderigo ; — I'll deserve your pains. [
Eveunt. X 2 SCENE II. The Same. Another Street. Enter OTHELLO, IAGo, and BC.
f.
At every house I'll call; I may command at most. — Get weapons, hol And raise
some special officers of night. — On, good Roderigo ; — I'll deserve your pains. [
Eveunt. X 2 SCENE II. The Same. Another Street. Enter OTHELLO, IAGo, and BC.
f.
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| Title | THE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE VOL. XI |
| Author | RICHARD GRANT WHITE |
| Published | 1862 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 23 Nov 2005 |
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