And ⟨till⟩ she come, as truly as to heaven 143 [I do confess the vices of my blood,] 144 So justly to your grave ears I’ll present 145 How I did thrive in this fair lady’s love, 146 And she in mine.
OTHELLO
Ancient, conduct them. You best know the place. 142
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And ⟨till⟩ she come, as truly as to heaven 143
[I do confess the vices of my blood,] 144
So justly to your grave ears I’ll present 145
How I did thrive in this fair lady’s love, 146
And she in mine. 147
