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Some horrible conceit: If thou dost love me,
Show me thy thought.
Iago. My lord, you know I love you.

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

This fellow's of exceeding honesty,
And knows all qualities with a learned spirit,
Of human dealings: If I do prove her haggard,"
Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings,
I'd whistle her off, and let down the wind,

pray at fortune. Haply, for I am black;
And have not those soft parts of conversation,
That chambererst have:-Or, for I am declin'd
Into the vale of years;-yet that's not much;-
She's gone; I am abus’d, and my relief
Must be to loath her. O curse of marriage,
That we can call these delicate creatures ours,
And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad,
And live


the vapour of a dungeon,
A species of hawk, also a term of reproach applied to
Straps of leather by which a hawk is held on the cat.
Men of intrigue.


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Than keep a corner in the thing I love,
For other's uses.

Trifles, light as air,
Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong
As proofs of holy writ.

Iago. Look, where he comes! [Enter Othello.
Not poppy, nor mandragora, *
Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
Which thou ow'dstt yesterday.

Ha! ha! false to me? Tome?

Iago. Why, how now, general? no more of that.
Oth. Avaunt! be gone! thou hast set me on the

I swear, 'tis better to be much abus'd,
Than but to know't a little.

How now, my lord?
Oth. What sense had I of her stolen hours of lust?
I saw it not, thought it not, it harm’d not me:
I slept the next night well, was free and merry
I found not Cassio's kisses upon her lips:
He that is robb’d, not wanting what is stolen,
Let him not know it, and he's not robb'd at all.

Iago. I am sorry to hear this.

Oth. I had been happy, if the general camp
Pioneersf and all, had tasted her sweet body,
So I had nothing known: 0 now, for ever,
Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!
Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars,
That make ambition virtue! O, farewell!
Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
The royal banner; and all quality,
Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!
And O you mortal engines, whose rude throats

• The mandrake has a soporific quality.
+ Possessed'st.
The vilest of the camp.

Pioneers were generally degraded soldiers.

The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit,
Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone!

Iago. Is it possible !—My lord,

Oth. Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore;
Be sure of it; give me the occular proof:

[Taking him by the throat.
Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul,
Thou hadst been better have been born a dog,
Than answer my wak'd wrath.

Is it come to this?
Oth. Make me to see it; or (at the least) so proveit,
That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop,
To hang a doubt on: or, wo upon thy life!

Iago. My noble lord

Oth. If thou doth slander her, and torture me,
Never pray more: abandon all remorse:*
On horror's head horrors accumulate:
Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz’d,
For nothing canst thou to damnation add,
Greater than that.

Iago. O grace! O heaven defend me!
Are you a man? have you a soul, or sense?-
God be wi' you; take mine office.-0 wretched fool,
That livost to make thine honesty a vice !-
O monstrous world! Take note! take note, O world,
To be direct and honest, is not safe.
I thank you for this profit; and, from hence,
I'll love no friend, since love breeds such offence.

Oth. Nay, stay:-Thou should'st be honest.

Iago. I should be wise: for honesty's a fool,
And loses that it works for.

By the world,
I think my wife be honest, and think she is not;
I think that thou art just, and think thou art not;
I'll have some proof: Her name, that was as fresh
As Dian's visage, is now begrim'd and black
As mine own face. If there be cords, or knives,
Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams,
I'll not endure it.-Would, I were satisfied!

* All tenderness, all pity.

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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

And bid me, when my fate would have me wive,
To give it her. I did so: and take heed of't,
Make it a darling like your precious eye;
To lose or give 't away, were such perdition,
As nothing

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!

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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


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her, when they belie her: Lie with her! that's ful-
To confess, and be hanged for his labour.*-First to
be hanged, and then to confess:- I tremble at it. Na-
ture would not invest herself in such shadowing
passion, without some instruction. It is not words,
that shake me tbus:-Pish!-Noses, ears, and lips;
-Is it possible? --Confess!-Handkerchief!-O

[Falls in a trance.
A fine woman! a fair woman! a sweet woman!
Iago. Nay, you must forget that.

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,
Iago!-0, lago, the pity of it, Iago.

Oth. Mistress,

What would you with her, sir?
Lod. Who, I, my

Oth. Ay; you did wish, that I would make her

Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on,
And turn again; and she can weep, sir, weep;
And she's obedient, as you say, -obedient,-
Very obedient;--Proceed you in your tears.-

* A proverbial saying.
1 Of so sweet a disposition.

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