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| Lay thy finger thus, and let thy soul be instructed. Mark me with what violence she first loved the Moor, but for bragging and telling her fantastical lies. To love him still for prating? | |
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| That Cassio loves her, I do well believe ’t. That she loves him, ’tis apt and of great credit. | |
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