Reading The Tragedie of Othello — William Shakespeare

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What sense had I, in her stolne houres of Lust?

I saw't not, thought it not: it harm'd not me:

I slept the next night well, fed well, was free, and merrie.

I found not Cassio's kisses on her Lippes:

He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolne,

Let him not know't, and he's not robb'd at all.

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