Unformatted text preview: I’ll have some proof. Her name, that was as fresh As Dian’s visage, is now begrimed and black As mine own face. If there be cords or knives, Poison or fire or suffocating streams, I’ll not endure it. Would I were satisfied! 3.3.384-391. IAGO: If imputation and strong circumstances, Which lead directly to the door of truth, Will give you satisfaction, you might have’t. 3.3.407-409....
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- Fall '08
- British Literature, Iago, Laurence Olivier, Tat Tvam Asi