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Section 591
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1Othel.
2O that the Slaue had forty thousand liues:
3One is too poore, too weake for my reuenge.
4Now do I see 'tis true. Looke heere Iago,
5All my fond loue thus do I blow to Heauen. 'Tis gone.
6Arise blacke vengeance, from the hollow hell,
7Yeeld vp (O Loue) thy Crowne, and hearted Throne
8To tyrannous Hate. Swell bosome with thy fraught,