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LODOVICO

                               Who, I, my lord?



              OTHELLO
               Ay, you did wish that I would make her turn:
               Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on,
               And turn again, and she can weep, sir, weep; [250]

               And she’s obedient, as you say, obedient;
               Very obedient. Proceed you in your tears.
               Concerning this, sir, − O well-painted passion! −
               I am commanded here:... get you away,

               I’ll send for you anon... Sir, I obey the mandate, [255]
               And will return to Venice:... Hence, avaunt!
                                                                                            Exit Desdemona.
               Cassio shall have my place; and, sir, to-night,

               I do entreat that we may sup together,
               You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus... Goats and monkeys!
                                                                                                             Exit.



              LODOVICO
               Is this the noble Moor, whom our full senate [260]
               Call all in all sufficient? This the noble nature,

               Whom passion could not shake? whose solid virtue
               The shot of accident, nor dart of chance,
               Could neither graze, nor pierce?



              IAGO
                               He is much chang’d.



              LODOVICO

               Are his wits safe? is he not light of brain? [265]


              IAGO

               He’s that he is; I may not breathe my censure,
               What he might be; if, as he might, he is not,
               I would to heaven he were!



              LODOVICO
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