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Section 1227
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1Gra.
2Poore Desdemon:
3I am glad thy Father's dead,
4Thy Match was mortall to him: and pure greefe
5Shore his old thred in twaine. Did he liue now,
6This sight would make him do a desperate turne:
7Yea, curse his better Angell from his side,
8And fall to Reprobance.