OTHELLO, <standing> O, she was foul!— 239 I scarce did know you, uncle. There lies your niece, 240 Whose breath indeed these hands have newly 241 stopped. 242 I know this act shows horrible and grim. 243 GRATIANO Poor Desdemon, I am glad thy father’s dead. 244 Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief 245 Shore his old thread in twain. Did he live now, 246 This sight would make him do a desperate turn, 247 Yea, curse his better angel from his side, 248 And fall to reprobance. 249 OTHELLO ’Tis pitiful. But yet Iago knows 250
OTHELLO, < standing >
O, she was foul!—239
I scarce did know you, uncle. There lies your niece, 240
Whose breath indeed these hands have newly 241
stopped. 242
I know this act shows horrible and grim. 243
GRATIANO
Poor Desdemon, I am glad thy father’s dead. 244
Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief 245
Shore his old thread in twain. Did he live now, 246
This sight would make him do a desperate turn, 247
Yea, curse his better angel from his side, 248
And fall to reprobance. 249
OTHELLO
’Tis pitiful. But yet Iago knows 250
