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...do see me weapon'd ; Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, And very sea-mark of my utmost sail. Do you go back dismay'd ? 'tis a lost fear ; Man but...? — Now, how dost thou look now ? O ill-starr'd wonch ! Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from...

...see me weapon'd ; Here is my journ«y's end, here is my butt, And very sea-mark of my utmost sail. Do you go back dismay'd"? 'tis a lost fear : Man but...Now, how dost thou look now ? O ill-starr'd wench !1 Pale as thy smock ? when we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven,...

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...Othello's breast, And he retires. Where should Othello go ? Now how dost thou look now ? oh, ill-starred wench ! Pale as thy smock ! When we shall meet at...my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Gold, cold, my girl, Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave ! Whip me, ye devils ! From the possession...

...very sea-mark of my utmost sail. Do you go back dismay'd ? 'tis a lost fear ; Man but a rush agamst Othello's breast, And he retires; — Where should...Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr'd wench! "Me as thy amuck ! wh™ we shall meet at compt, Lnd fiends will suatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl...

...do see me weapon'd , Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, The very sea-mark of my utmost sail. Do you go back dismay'd ? 'tis a lost fear. Man but...should Othello go ? Now — how dost thou look now ? Oh ill-starr'd wench ! Pale as thy smock ! When we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl...

...do see me weapon'd ; Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, And very sea-mark of my utmost sail. Do you go back dismay'd ? 'tis a lost fear ; Man but...wench ! Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at compt7 This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will' snatch at it. Cold, cold,...