1 I pray you, pardon me; I cannot speak.
2 I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you.
3 I can stand well enough, and I speak well enough.
4 When he is gone, I would on great occasion speak with you.
5 Yet I persuade myself, to speak the truth Shall nothing wrong him.
6 Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death; The noise was high.
7 Well, I may chance to see you, for I would very fain speak with you.
8 I will bestow you where you shall have time To speak your bosom freely.
9 And my demerits May speak unbonneted to as proud a fortune As this that I have reach'd.
10 I do beseech you, Send for the lady to the Sagittary, And let her speak of me before her father.
11 Let me speak like yourself, and lay a sentence, Which as a grise or step may help these lovers Into your favour.
12 I did consent, And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffer'd.
13 I shifted him away, And laid good 'scuse upon your ecstasy, Bade him anon return, and here speak with me, The which he promis'd.'
14 Nay, yet there's more in this: I prithee, speak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words.
15 I cannot say "whore," It does abhor me now I speak the word; To do the act that might the addition earn Not the world's mass of vanity could make me.
16 But this same Cassio, though he speak of comfort Touching the Turkish loss, yet he looks sadly, And prays the Moor be safe; for they were parted With foul and violent tempest.
17 But pardon me: I do not in position Distinctly speak of her, though I may fear Her will, recoiling to her better judgement, May fall to match you with her country forms, And happily repent.
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