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Should I repent me:
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But once put out thy light,
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thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature,
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I know not where is that Promethean heat
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That can thy light relume.
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She wakes.
:03:29
Who's there?
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Othello?
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- Ay, Desdemona.
- Will you come to bed, my lord?
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- Have you pray'd tonight, Desdemona?
- Ay, my lord.
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If you bethink yourself of any crime
Unreconcil'd as yet to heaven and grace,
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Solicit for it straight.
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Alas, my lord!
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What do you mean by that?
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Well, do it, and be brief; I will walk by:
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I would not kill thy unprepared spirit;
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No, heavens forfend!
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I would not kill thy soul.
:04:09
Talk you of killing?
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Ay, I do.
:04:16
What's the matter?
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That handkerchief
that I so lov'd and gave thee.
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Thou gav'st to Cassio.
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No, by my life and soul!
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Send for the man and ask him.
:04:30
Down, strumpet!
:04:31
Kill me tomorrow; let me live tonight!
:04:33
Nay, if you strive...
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- But half an hour!
- Being done, there is no pause.
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But while I say one prayer!
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It is too late!
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- Oh, my good lord...
Bravo! Bravo!