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Work
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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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Othello
[I, 1] |
Iago |
158 |
Farewell; for I must leave you:
It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place,
To be produced—as, if I stay, I shall—
Against the Moor: for, I do know, the state,
However this may gall him with some cheque,
Cannot with safety cast him, for he's embark'd
With such loud reason to the Cyprus wars,
Which even now stand in act, that, for their souls,
Another of his fathom they have none,
To lead their business: in which regard,
Though I do hate him as I do hell-pains.
Yet, for necessity of present life,
I must show out a flag and sign of love,
Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely find him,
Lead to the Sagittary the raised search;
And there will I be with him. So, farewell.
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2 |
Othello
[I, 3] |
Iago |
735 |
Go to; farewell. Do you hear, Roderigo?
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3 |
Othello
[II, 1] |
Iago |
1083 |
I warrant thee. Meet me by and by at the citadel:
I must fetch his necessaries ashore. Farewell.
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4 |
Othello
[III, 3] |
Desdemona |
1723 |
Shall I deny you? no: farewell, my lord.
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5 |
Othello
[III, 3] |
Othello |
1724 |
Farewell, my Desdemona: I'll come to thee straight.
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6 |
Othello
[III, 3] |
Othello |
1897 |
Farewell, farewell:
If more thou dost perceive, let me know more;
Set on thy wife to observe: leave me, Iago:
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7 |
Othello
[III, 3] |
Othello |
2022 |
I had been happy, if the general camp,
Pioners and all, had tasted her sweet body,
So I had nothing known. O, now, for ever
Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!
Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars,
That make ambition virtue! O, farewell!
Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
The royal banner, and all quality,
Pride, pomp and circumstance of glorious war!
And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats
The immortal Jove's dead clamours counterfeit,
Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone!
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8 |
Othello
[V, 2] |
Desdemona |
3452 |
Nobody; I myself. Farewell
Commend me to my kind lord: O, farewell!
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