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Some horrible conceit: If thou dost love me,
I think, thou dost; And, for I know thou art full of love and honesty, And weigh’st thy words before thou giv'st them
breath, Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more: For such things, in a false disloyal knave, Are tricks of custom; but in a man that's just, They are close denotements, working from the heart, That passion cannot rule.
Good name, in man and woman, dear my
lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something,
nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he, that filches from me my good name, Robs me of that, which not enriches him, And makes me poor
pray at fortune. Haply, for I am black;
the vapour of a dungeon,
Than keep a corner in the thing I love,
DEFINITION OF JEALOUSY.
Iago. Look, where he comes! [Enter Othello.
Ha! ha! false to me? Tome?
Iago. Why, how now, general? no more of that.
How now, my lord?
Iago. I am sorry to hear this.
Oth. I had been happy, if the general camp
• The mandrake has a soporific quality.
Pioneers were generally degraded soldiers.
The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit,
Iago. Is it possible !—My lord,
Oth. Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore;
[Taking him by the throat.
Is it come to this?
Iago. My noble lord
Oth. If thou doth slander her, and torture me,
Iago. O grace! O heaven defend me!
Oth. Nay, stay:-Thou should'st be honest.
Iago. I should be wise: for honesty's a fool,
By the world,
* All tenderness, all pity.
OTHELLO'S STORY OF THE HANDKERCHIES, Oth. That handkerchief Did an Egyptian to my mother give; She was a charmer,* and could almost read The thoughts of people: she told her, while she
kept it, "Twould make her amiable, and subdue my father Entirely to her love; but if she lost it, Or made a gift of it, my father's eye. Should hold her loathly, and his spirits should hunt After new fancies: She, dying, gave it
else could match. Des.
Is it possible? Oth. 'Tis true: there's magic in the web of it: A sibyl that had number'd in the world The sun to make two hundred compasses, In her prophetic fury sew'd the work: The worms were hallow'd, that did breed the silk; And it was died in mummy, which the skilful Conserv'd of maidens' hearts.
A LOVER'S COMPUTATION OF TIME. What I keep a week away? seven days and nights? Eight score eight hours? and lovers' absent hours, More tedious than the dial eight score times? O weary reckoning!
OTHELLO'S DISTRACTION. Oth.
What hath he said? Iago. ?Faith, that he did,- I know not what he did. Oth. What? what? Iago. Lie Oth. With her? Iago. With her, on her; what you will. Oih. Lie with her! lie on herk-We say, lie an
her, when they belie her: Lie with her! that's ful-
[Falls in a trance.
Oth. Ay, let her rot, and perish, and be damned to-night; for she shall not live: No, my heart is turned to stone: I strike it, and it hurts my hand. 0, the world hath not a sweeter creature: she might lie by an emperor's side, and command him tasks.
Tego. Nay, that's not your way.
Oth. Hang her; I do but say what she is: So delicate with her needle!-An admirable musician! 0, she will sing the sayageness out of a bear!-Of so high and
plenteous wit and invention ! Iago. She's the worse for all this.
Oth. O, a thousand, a thousand times:-And then, of so gentle a condition !
Iago. Ay, too gentle.
Oih. Nay, that's certain: But yet the pity of it,
HIS CONFIRMED JEALOUSY.
What would you with her, sir?
* A proverbial saying.