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They have measured many a mile
To tread a measure with you on this grass.

      — Love's Labour's Lost, Act V Scene 2

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1

Othello
[III, 3]

Emilia

1988

If it be not for some purpose of import,
Give't me again: poor lady, she'll run mad
When she shall lack it.

2

Othello
[IV, 1]

Iago

2518

That's not amiss;
But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw?
[OTHELLO retires]
Now will I question Cassio of Bianca,
A housewife that by selling her desires
Buys herself bread and clothes: it is a creature
That dotes on Cassio; as 'tis the strumpet's plague
To beguile many and be beguiled by one:
He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain
From the excess of laughter. Here he comes:
[Re-enter CASSIO]
As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad;
And his unbookish jealousy must construe
Poor Cassio's smiles, gestures and light behavior,
Quite in the wrong. How do you now, lieutenant?

3

Othello
[IV, 1]

Othello

2679

I am glad to see you mad.

4

Othello
[IV, 3]

Desdemona

3047

My mother had a maid call'd Barbara:
She was in love, and he she loved proved mad
And did forsake her: she had a song of 'willow;'
An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune,
And she died singing it: that song to-night
Will not go from my mind; I have much to do,
But to go hang my head all at one side,
And sing it like poor Barbara. Prithee, dispatch.

5

Othello
[V, 2]

Othello

3434

It is the very error of the moon;
She comes more nearer earth than she was wont,
And makes men mad.

6

Othello
[V, 2]

Iago

3532

What, are you mad? I charge you, get you home.

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