30 apt, so blessed a disposition, that she holds it a vice in her good less, not to do more than she is requested. Cas. You advise me well. Iago. I protest, in the sincerity of love, and honest kindness. Cas. I think it freely; and, betimes in the morning, I will beseech he virtuous Desdemona to undertake for me: I am desperate of my fortunes, if they check me here. Iago. You are in the right. Good night, lieutenant; I must to the watch. Cas. Good night, honest Iago. [Exit CASSIO ACT III. IAGO having effected the disgrace of Cassio, urges him to apply to Desdemona, to eck through her entreaties a reconciliation with Othello. Cassio believing that lagc "advises well," beseeches Desdemona to interfere in his behalf with her husband: she promises him her aid. lago artfully uses the kindness of Desdemona, as a means to excite the jealousy of Othello. Enter DESDEMONA, CASSIO, and EMILIA. Des. Be thou assur'd, good Cassio, I will do All my abilities in thy behalf. Emil. Good madam, do; I know, it grieves my husband, As if the case were his. Des. O, that's an honest fellow.-Do not doubt, Cassio, But I will have my lord and you again As friendly as you were. Cas. Bounteous madam, Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio, He's never any thing but your true servant. Des. O, sir, I thank you: You do love my lord: You have known him long; and be you well assur'd, He shall in strangeness stand no further off Than in a politic distance. Cas. Ay, but, lady, Des. Do not doubt that: before Emilia here, To the last article: my lord shall never rest; With Cassio's suit: Therefore be merry, Cassio; Than give thy cause away. And hear me speak. Cas. Madam, not now; I am very ill at ease, Unfit for mine own purposes. Des. Do your discretion. Iago. Well, well, Ha! I like not that. Oth. What dost thou say? Iago. Nothing, my lord: or if—I know not what. lago. Cassio, my lord? No, sure, I cannot think it, That he would steal away so guilty-like, Seeing you coming. Oth. I do believe 'twas he. Des. How now, my lord? I have been talking with a suitor here, A man that languishes in your displeasure. Oth. Who is't you mean? Des. Why, your lieutenant Cassio. Good my lord If I have any grace, or power to move you, His present reconciliation take; For, if he be not one that truly loves you, I pr'ythee, call him back. Oth. Went he hence now? Des. Ay, sooth; so humbled, That he hath left part of his grief with me; I suffer with him. Good love, call him back. Oth. Not now, sweet Desdemona; some other time. Oth. [Exit CASSIO The sooner, sweet, for you. Des. Shall't be to-night at supper? Des. To-morrow dinner then? I meet the captains at the citadel. No, not to-night. I shall not dine at home; Des. Why then, to-morrow night; or Tuesday morn; I pray thee, name the time; but let it not When shall he come? Tell me, Othello. I wonder in my soul, What! Michael Cassio, Or stand so mammering on. That came a wooing with you; and many a time, Hath ta'en your part; to have so much to do Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this, Des. Shall I deny you? no: Farewell, my lord. Oth. Farewell, my Desdemona : I will come to thee straight. Des. Emilia, come :-Be it as your fancies teach you; Whate'er you be, I am obedient. Iago. My noble lord, Oth. [Exit, with EMILIA What dost thou say, Iago? Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my lady, Oth. He did, from first to last: Why dost thou ask? No further harm. Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago? Iago. I did not think, he had been acquainted with her. Iago. Indeed? Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed :-Discern'st thou aught in that? Is he not honest ? Honest, my lord? Think, my lord? Think, my lord! Oth. What dost thou think? Iago. By heaven, he echoes me, As if there were some monster in his thought Too hideous to be shown.-Thou dost mean something: I heard thee say but now,-Thou lik❜dst not that, In my whole course of wooing, thou cry'dst, Indeed? I think thou dost; Iago. My lord, you know I love you. They are close denotements, working from the heart, Iago. For Michael Cassio, I dare be sworn, I think that he is honest. Oth. I think so too. Iago. Men should be what they seem; Or, those that be not, 'would they might seem none ! I think, that Cassio is an honest man. Oth. Nay, yet there's more in this: I pray thee, speak to me as to thy thinkings, Why then, As thou dost ruminate; and give thy worst of thoughts Iago. Good my lord, pardon me; Though I am bound to every act of duty, I am not bound to that all slaves are free to. Utter my thoughts? Why, say, they are vile and false, As where's that palace, whereunto foul things Sometimes intrude not? who has a breast so pure, Keep leets, and law-days, and in session sit Oth. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago, Iago. As, I confess, it is my nature's plague To spy into abuses; and, oft my jealousy You'd take no notice; nor build yourself a trouble Oth. What dost thou mean? Iago. Good name, in man, and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothi '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 indeed. Oth. By heaven, I'll know thy thought. Iago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand: Nor shall not, while 'tis in my custody Oth. Ha' g: Iago O, beware, my lord, of jealousy It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock Oth. O misery! Iago. Poor, and content, is rich, and rich enougn; But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter, To him that ever fears he shall be poor : Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend From jealousy! Oth. Why! why is this? Think'st thou, I'd make a life of jealousy, To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions? No: to be once in doubt, "Tis not to make me jealous, To say-my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company Iago. I am glad of this; for now I shall have reason And, when she seem'd to shake, and fear your looks, Why, go to, then; She that so young, could give out such a seeming, To seal her father's eyes up, close as oak, He thought, 'twas witchcraft :-But I am much to blame; I humbly do beseech you of your pardon, For too much loving you. Oth. I am bound to thee for ever. Trust me, I fear it has. Iago. I see, this hath a little dash'd your spirits. Iago. I hope, you will consider, what is spoke Comes from my love :-But, I do see you are mov'd :- |