She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd,And I lov'd her that she did pity them.
My story being done,She gave me for my pains a world of sighs:She swore, infaith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange;'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful. Othello, scene iii
My story being done,She gave me for my pains a world of sighs:She swore, infaith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange;'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful.
My story being done,
She gave me for my pains a world of sighs:
She swore, infaith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange;
'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful.
Othello, scene iii