Had it pleased heaven 57 To try me with affliction, had they rained 58 All kind of sores and shames on my bare head, 59 Steeped me in poverty to the very lips, 60 Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes, 61 I should have found in some place of my soul 62 A drop of patience. But alas, to make me 63 ⟨A⟩ fixèd figure for the time of scorn 64 To point his slow ⟨unmoving⟩ finger at— 65 Yet could I bear that too, well, very well. 66 But there where I have garnered up my heart, 67 Where either I must live or bear no life, 68 The fountain from the which my current runs 69 Or else dries up—to be
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OTHELLO
Had it pleased heaven 57
To try me with affliction, had they rained 58
All kind of sores and shames on my bare head, 59
Steeped me in poverty to the very lips, 60
Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes, 61
I should have found in some place of my soul 62
A drop of patience. But alas, to make me 63
⟨A⟩ fixèd figure for the time of scorn 64
To point his slow ⟨unmoving⟩ finger at—65
Yet could I bear that too, well, very well. 66
But there where I have garnered up my heart, 67
Where either I must live or bear no life, 68
The fountain from the which my current runs 69
Or else dries up—to be discarded thence, 70
Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads 71
To knot and gender in—turn thy complexion there, 72
Patience, thou young and rose-lipped cherubin, 73
Ay, < there > look grim as hell. 74
