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| 'Tis some mischance, the voyce is very direfull. | 'Tis some mischance: the cry is very direful. | Oth V.i.38 |
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| Here's one comes in his shirt, with Light, and Weapons. | Here's one comes in his shirt, with light and weapons. | Oth V.i.47 |
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| This is Othello's Ancient, as I take it. | This is Othello's Ancient, as I take it. | Oth V.i.51 |
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| Cassio? | Cassio? | Oth V.i.70 |
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| I am sorry to finde you thus; / I haue beene to seeke you. | I am sorry to find you thus: I have been to seek you. | Oth V.i.81 |
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| What, of Venice? | What! Of Venice? | Oth V.i.91 |
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| Know him? I. | Know him? Ay. | Oth V.i.92.2 |
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| I am glad to see you. | I am glad to see you. | Oth V.i.95.2 |
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| Rodorigo? | Roderigo! | Oth V.i.97 |
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| Some good man beare him carefully from hence, | Some good man bear him carefully from hence. | Oth V.i.99 |
| Ile fetch the Generall's Surgeon. For you Mistris, | I'll fetch the General's surgeon. For you, mistress, | Oth V.i.100 |
| Saue you your labour. He that lies slaine heere (Cassio) | Save you your labour. He that lies slain here, Cassio, | Oth V.i.101 |
| Was my deere friend. What malice was between you? | Was my dear friend. What malice was between you? | Oth V.i.102 |
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| What is the matter? | What is the matter? | Oth V.ii.170 |
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| All. | ALL | |
| Oh Heauens, forefend. | O heavens forfend! | Oth V.ii.185 |
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| 'Tis a strange Truth. | 'Tis a strange truth. | Oth V.ii.188 |
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| Poore Desdemon: / I am glad thy Father's dead, | Poor Desdemon, I am glad thy father's dead: | Oth V.ii.203 |
| Thy Match was mortall to him: and pure greefe | Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief | Oth V.ii.204 |
| Shore his old thred in twaine. Did he liue now, | Shore his old thread in twain. Did he live now, | Oth V.ii.205 |
| This sight would make him do a desperate turne: | This sight would make him do a desperate turn, | Oth V.ii.206 |
| Yea, curse his better Angell from his side, | Yea, curse his better angel from his side, | Oth V.ii.207 |
| And fall to Reprobance. | And fall to reprobance. | Oth V.ii.208 |
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| Fye, | Fie! | Oth V.ii.221.3 |
| your Sword vpon a Woman. | Your sword upon a woman! | Oth V.ii.222 |
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| The woman falles: / Sure he hath kill'd his Wife. | The woman falls: sure he hath killed his wife. | Oth V.ii.234 |
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| Hee's gone, but his wife's kill'd. | He's gone, but his wife's killed. | Oth V.ii.236 |
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| If thou attempt it, it will cost thee deere; | (within) If thou attempt it, it will cost thee dear; | Oth V.ii.253 |
| Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer. | Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer. | Oth V.ii.254 |
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| What is the matter? | What is the matter? | Oth V.ii.257.1 |
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| Torments will ope your lips. | Torments will ope your lips. | Oth V.ii.303.1 |
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| All that is spoke, is marr'd. | All that's spoke is marred! | Oth V.ii.353.2 |