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OTHELLO. Excellent good. [A trumpet within.] What trumpet is that same? IAGO. Something from Cyprus, as I am; My ransom is this morning executed, and their Army; Lucilius, Titinius, Messala, and others. BRUTUS. Where, where, Messala, doth his effigies.
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