:10:01
For nature so preposterously to err,
sans witchcraft could not.
:10:08
Whoever he be
that in this foul proceeding...
:10:11
...hath thus beguiled your daughter
of herself, and you of her...
:10:16
...the bloody book of law you
shall yourself read...
:10:20
...in the bitter letter after
your own sense.
:10:25
Humbly, l thank Your Grace.
:10:38
Here is the man.
:10:45
Othello?
:10:47
What in your own part can you
say to this?
:10:49
Nothing, but this is so.
:10:58
Most potent, grave
and reverend signors...
:11:04
...my very noble
and approved good masters...
:11:09
...that l have taken away this
old man's daughter...
:11:12
...'tis most true.
True, l have married her.
:11:16
The very head and front of my offending
hath this extent, no more.
:11:21
Rude am l in my speech...
:11:23
...and little blessed
with the soft phrase of peace.
:11:28
For since these arms of mine
had seven years' pith...
:11:31
...till now some nine moons wasted...
:11:33
...they have used their dearest action
in the tented field.
:11:37
And little of this great world
can l speak...
:11:40
...more than pertains to feats
of broil and battle.
:11:43
Therefore, little shall l
grace my cause...
:11:46
...in speaking of myself.
Yet, by your gracious patience...
:11:51
...l will a round,
unvarnished tale deliver...
:11:55
...of my whole course of love:
:11:58
What drugs, what charms...