Made here demonstrable in Cyprus to him,
Hath puddled his clear spirit; and in such cases,
Men's natures wrangle with inferior things,
Tho' great ones are their object. 'Tis even so;
For let our finger ake, and it endues

Our other healthful members with a sense

Of pain. Nay, we must think men are not gods;
Nor of them look for such observance always,
As fits the bridal. Beshrew me much, Emilia,
I was (unhandsome warrior as I am,)
Arraigning his unkindness with my soul;
But now I find I had suborned the witness,
And he's indicted falsely.

Emil. Pray Heaven, it be

State-matter as you think; and no conception,
Nor jealous toy concerning you!

Des. Alas the day, I never gave him cause! Emil. But jealous souls will not be answered They are not ever-jealous for a cause;

[so; But jealous, for they're jealous. It's a monster Begot upon itself, born on itself.

[mind!

Des. Heaven keep that monster from Othello's Emil. Lady, amen.

[bout;

Des. I will go seek him. Cassio walk hereaIf I do find him fit, I'll move your suit, And seek t' effect it to my uttermost. Cas. I humbly thank your ladyship. [Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia at one door, Cassio at the other.

SCENE changes to the Street before the Palace. Re-enter Cassio meeting Bianca. (64)

Bian. Save you, friend Cassio.

Cas. What makes you from home?

How is it with you, my most fair Bianca? Indeed, sweet love, I was coming to your house.

Bian. And I was going to your lodging Cassio. What? keep a week away? seven days and nights? Eight score eight hours; and lovers absent hours, More tedious than the dial eight score times? Oh weary reckoning!

(64) Bianca, the outline of whose face in the moon constitutes that of Cassio also, who looks the opposite way, is composed of white light there, as implied by her name. She has the same prototype as Reynoldo in Hamlet, (fig. 65), and is herself drawn in

Fig. 106.

Cas. Pardon me, Bianca;

I have this while with leaden thoughts been press'd; But I shall in a more convenient time

Strike off this score of absence.

Sweet Bianca, [Giving her Desdemona's handkerchief.

Take me this work out.

Bian. Oh Cassio, whence came this? This is some token from a newer friend: Of thy felt absence now I feel a cause; Is't come to this? well, well.

Cas. Go to, woman:

Throw your vile guesses in the devil's teeth,

From whence you have them. You are jealous

now,

[brance? That this is from some mistress, some remem

No, in good troth, Bianca.

Bian. Why, whose is it?

[chamber;

Cas. I know not neither; I found it in my

I like the work well: ere it be demanded,

As like enough it will, I'd have it copied:
Take it and do't, and leave me for this time.

Bian. Leave you; wherefore?

Cas. I do attend here on the general,

And think it no addition, nor my wish,
To have him see me womaned.

Bian. Why, I pray you?

Cas. Not that I love you not.

Bian. But that you do not love me;

I pray you, bring me on the way a little;
And say if I shall see you soon at night?

Cas. 'Tis but a little way that I can bring you, For I attend here. But I'll see you soon.

Bian. 'Tis very good; I must be circumstanced.

[Exeunt.

ACT IV.

SCENE-a Court before the Palace.

Enter OTHELLO and IAGO.

Iago. Will you think so?

Oth. Think so, Iago?

Iago. What, to kiss in private ?

Oth. An unauthorized kiss?

Iago. Or to be naked with her friend in bed,

An hour or more, not meaning any harm?

Oth. Naked in bed, Iago, and not mean harm ?

It is hypocrisy against the devil:

They that mean virtuously, and yet do so,

The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt
Heaven.

Iago. If they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip :
But if I give my wife a handkerchief

Oth. What then?

Iago. Why then, 'tis hers, my lord; and being She may, I think, bestow't on any man. [hers, Oth. She is protectress of her honour too; May she give that?

Iago. Her honour is an essence that's not seen; They have it very oft, that have it not:

But for the handkerchief

[forgot it; Oth. By Heaven, I would most gladly have Thou saidst-oh, it comes o'er my memory, As doth the raven (65) o'er th' infected house, Boding to ill, he had my handkerchief. Iago. Ay, what of that?

Oth. That's not so good now.

Iago. What if I said, I'd seen him do you wrong? Or heard himsay, (as knaves be such abroad, Who having by their own importunate suit, Or voluntary dotage of some mistress,

(65) The back of Iago's head looked at horizontally, and with the south side of the moon on the right hand, is like the head of a raven, as drawn in