Call up her father. 74 Rouse him. Make after him, poison his delight, 75 Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen, 76 And, though he in a fertile climate dwell, 77 Plague him with flies. Though that his joy be joy, 78 Yet throw such chances of vexation on ’t 79 As it may lose some color.
IAGO
Call up her father. 74
Rouse him. Make after him, poison his delight, 75
Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen, 76
And, though he in a fertile climate dwell, 77
Plague him with flies. Though that his joy be joy, 78
Yet throw such chances of vexation on ’t 79
As it may lose some color. 80
