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86 Cards in this Set
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I follow him to...
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...Serve my turn upon him
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But seeming so...
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...for my peculiar end
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I am not...
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...what I am
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Even now, very now...
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...an old black ram; Is tupping your white ewe
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Your daughter and the Moor...
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...are making the beast with two backs
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Thou art a...
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...villain
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Fathers from hence trust not your...
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...daughters minds; By what you see them act
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Were it my cue to act...
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...I should have known it; Without a prompter
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Dead?...
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... Ay to me
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She is abused, stolen from me and corrupted...
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...by spells and medicines
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Most potent, grave...
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...and reverend signor’s
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Rude am I in my speech...
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... And little blest in the soft phrase of peace
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Little shall I grace my cause...
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...In speaking for myself
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She gave me for my pains...
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...a world of sighs
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She swore in faith 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange...
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...'Twas pitiful, 'twas wonderous pitiful
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She loved me for the dangers I had passed...
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...And I loved her that she did pity them
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My noble father...
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...I do perceive here a divided duty
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Here, I do give thee that with all my heart...
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...That which thou has already, with all my heart ;I would keep from thee
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Let me go...
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...with him
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If virtue no delighted beauty lack...
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...Your son in law is far more fair than black
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Look to her Moor if thou hast eyes to see...
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...She has deceived her father and may thee
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Honest...
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...Iago
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I hate the Moor, And it is thought...
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...that betwixt my sheets ; He's done my office
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The Moor has a free and open nature...
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...That thinks me honest that but seem so
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And will as tenderly be led...
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...by the nose; As asses are
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You rise to play...
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...and go to bed to work
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With as little a web as this...
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... I will ensnare as great a fly as Cassio
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If I were now to die...
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...'Twere not to be most happy
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The heavens forbid...
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...But that our loves and comforts should increase, Even as our days do grow
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Now I do love her too...
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...Not out of absolute lust …But partly led to direct my revenge
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Till I am evened with him...
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...Wife for Wife
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'Tis pity of him..
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...I fear the trust Othello puts in him
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Oh God! That men should put an enemy in their mouths...
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...To steal away their brains
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Our Generals wife...
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...in now our general
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I'll put this pestilence...
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... in his ear
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So I will turn her virtue into pitch, And out of her own goodness make...
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...The net that ensnares them all
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HA!...
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...I like not that
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I know thou'rt full of love an honesty, And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'st them breath...
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...Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more
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O! Beware my lord of jealousy ...
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... It is the green eyed monster that doth ;Mock the meat it feeds on
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No Iago...
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...I'll see before I doubt, when I doubt prove
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Look to your wife...
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....observe her well with Cassio
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She did deceive her father...
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...in marrying you
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Why did I...
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...marry?
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Oh curse of marriage!...
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...That we call these delicate creatures ours ;And not their appetites!
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I had rather be a toad, And live on a vapour of a dungeon...
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...Than keep a corner of the thing I love, For other's uses
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Trifles light as air...
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...Are to the jealous, confirmations strong, As proofs as holy writ
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He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen...
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...Let him not know it, and he is not robbed at all
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Villain be sure...
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...to prove my love's a whore
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Give me...
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...ocular proof
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You would...
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...be satisfied?
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All my fond love is gone..
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...Arise black vengeance
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Swift means of death...
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...for the fair devil
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Now art thou...
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...my Lieutenant
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They are all but stomachs and we are all but food...
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...They eat us hungrily and when they are full, They belch us
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Jealous souls will not be answered so...
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...they are not ever jealous for the cause, But they are jealous for they're jealous
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It is a monster begot upon itself...
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...born upon itself
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I will chop her into messes!...
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...Cuckold me!
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Devil [striking her]..
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...I have not deserved this
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Your wife my lord...
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...Your true and honest wife
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Am I that...
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...name Igao?
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Hath she forsook so many noble matches...
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...Her father and country, her friends, To be called a whore
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Some eternal villain … to get some office...
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...Has devised this slander
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His unkindness may defeat my life...
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...But never taint my love
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Why making him incapable of Othello's place...
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...knocking out his brains
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If I do die before thee..
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...Prithee; Shroud me in these same sheets
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I do think it is their husbands faults...
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...If wives do fall
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Let husbands know, Their wives have sense like them...
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...They see and smell, And have palates for both sweet and sour; As husbands have
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He hath a daily beauty in his life...
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...That makes me ugly
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She must die...
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...or else she'll betray more men
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Put out the light...
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...and then put out the light
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Have you prayed tonight...
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...Desdemon?
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That death's unnatural...
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...that kills for loving
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A guiltless death...
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...I die
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Nobody, I myself. Farewell...
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...Commend me to my kind lord
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O the more angel she..
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...And you the blacker devil!
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I told him what I thought and told no more...
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...Than what he himself thought apt and true
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So speaking as I think...
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...alas I die
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O vain boast...
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...Who can control his fate
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Whip me...
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...ye devils
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I look down towards his feet, but thats a fable
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If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee.
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An honourable murderer if you will...
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....For nought I did in hate, but all in honour
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Demand me nothing, What you know you know...
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...From this time forth I never will speak word
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O! fool...
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...fool fool!
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Soft you...
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...a word or two before you go
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One whose hand...
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...Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away
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Look on the tragic loading of this bed...
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...This is thy work
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