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Des. Faith, that's with watching ; 'twill away Iago.
How now, my lord? again :
Oth. What sense had I of her stolen hours of lest? Let me but bind it hard, within this hour
I saw it not, thought it not, it harm'd not me: It will be well.
I slept the next night well, was free and merry; Oth.
Your napkin is too little ; I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips: [He puts the handkerchief from him, and it He that is robb’d, not wanting what is stolen, drops.
Let him not know it, and he's not robb'd at all. Let it alone. Come, I'll go in with you.,
Iago. I am sorry to hear this. Des. I am very sorry that you are not well. Oth. I had been happy, if the general camp
(Éreunt Oth. and Des. Pioneers and all, had tasted her sweet body, Emil. I am glad I have found this napkin ; So I had nothing known: O now, for over, This was her first remembrance from the Moor: Farewell the tranquil mind ! farewell content ! My wayward husband hath a hundred times Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, Woo'd me to steal it : but she so loves the token, That make ambition virtue! O, farewell! (For he conjur'd her, she would ever keep it,) Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, That she reserves it evermore about her,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, To kiss, and talk to. I'll have the work ta'en out, The royal banner; and all quality, And give it Iago ;
Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! What he'll do with it, heaven knows, not I; And O you mortal engines, whose rude throats I nothing, but to please his fantasy.
The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit,
Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone!
Iago. Is it possible ? - My lord,
[Taking him by the thrua. Emil, Ha!
Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul, Iago. To have a foolish wife.
Thou hadst been better have been born a dog, Emil. O, is that all? What will you give me now Than answer my wak'd wrath. For that same handkerchief?
Is it come to this? Iago.
What handkerchief? Oih. Make me to see it; or (at the least) so prore iting Emil. What handkerchief?
That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop, Why, that the Moor first gave to Desdemona; To hang a doubt on : or, woe upon thy life! That which so often you did bid me steal.
Iago. My noble lord, Iago. Hast stolen it from her ?
Oth. If thou dost slander her, and torture me, Emil. No, faith ; she let it drop by negligence; Never pray more: abandon all remorse; And, to the advantage, I, being here, took't up. On horror's head horrors accumulate: Look, here it is.
Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth ama't, Iago.
A good wench; give it me. For nothing canst thou to damnation add, Emil. What will you do with it, that you have Greater than that. been so earnest
O grace! O heaven defend me! To have me filch it?
Are you a man? have you a soul, or sense ? Iago.
Why, what's that to you? God be wi' you; take mine office. -Owretched fel,
[Snatching it. That liv'st to make thine honesty a vice! Emil. If it be not for some purpose of import, O monstrous world! Take note, take note, 0 watt; Give it me again : Poor lady! she'll run mad, To be direct and honest, is not safe. When she shall lack it.
I thank you for this profit; and, from hence, Iago. Be not you known of't; I have use for it. I'll love no friend, since love breeds such otience Go, leave me.
[Erit EMILIA. Oth. Nay, stay: - Thou shoul'st be bonest. I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin,
Iago. I should be wise ; for honesty's a fool, And let him find it: Triftes, light as air,
And loses that it works for. Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong
By the world, As proofs of holy writ. This may do something. I think my wife be honest, and think she is ook ; The Moor already changes with my poison : I think that thou art just, and think thou art met; Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons, I'll have some proof: Her name, that was as fresh Which, at the first, are scarce found to distaste; As Dian's visage, is now begrim'd and black But, with a little act upon the blood,
As mine own face. - If there be cords, or kais Burn like the mines of sulphur. - I did say so:- Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams,
I'll not endure it. — Would, I were satisfied ! Enter OTHELLO.
Iago. I see, sir, you are eaten up with passione Look, where he comes! Not poppy, nor mandragora, I do repent me, that I put it to you. Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,
You would be satisfied ? Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep,
Would? nay, I will Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Iago. And may: But, how ? how satisked, 1 Oth. Ha! ha! false to me?
lord ? To me?
Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on? Iago. Why, how now, general ? no more of that. Behold her tupp'd ? Oth. Avaunt! be gone! thou hast set me on the Oth.
Death and damnation! 0! rack :
Iago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think, I swear, 'tis better to be much abusid,
To bring them to that prospect : Damn theo "an but to know't a little.
If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster,
More than their own! What then? how then? Witness, you ever-burning lights above !
You elements that clip us round about !
Witness, that here Iago doth give up Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys, The execution of his wit, hands, heart, As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross To wrong'd Othello's service ! let him command, As ignorance made drunk. But yet, I say, And to obey shall be in me remorse, If imputation, and strong circumstances,
What bloody work soever. Which lead directly to the door of truth,
I greet thy love, Will give you satisfaction, you may have it. Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance boun. Oth. Give me a living reason she's disloyal.
teous, Iago. I do not like the office :
And will upon the instant put thee to't :
That Cassio's not alive.
Iago. My friend is dead ; 'tis done, at your And, being troubled with a raging tooth,
request : I could not sleep.
But let her live, There are a kind of men so loose of soul,
Oth. Damn her, lewd minx! O, damn her! That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs , Come, go with me apart; I will withdraw, One of this kind is Cassio :
To furnish me with some swift means of death In sleep I heard him say, - Sweet Desdemona, For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant. Let us be wary, let us hide our loves !
Iago. I am your own for ever. [Erennt And then, sir, would he gripe, and wring my hand, Cry, - 0, sweet creature and then kiss me hard,
Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, and Clown.
Cla. I dare not say, he lies any where. Iago.
Nay, this was but his dream. Des. Why, man? Oth. But this denoted a foregone conclusion; Clo. He is a soldier ; and for me to say a soldier 'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream. lies, is stabbing.
Iago. And this may help to thicken other proofs, Des. Go to; Where lodges he?
Clo. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you Oth.
I'll tear her all to pieces. where I lie.
Clo. I know not where he lodges; and for me to Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief, devise allodging, and say — he lies here, or he lies Spotted with strawberries, in your wife's hand ? there, were to lie in my own throat.
Oth. I gave her such a one ; 'twas my first gift. Des. Can you enquire him out, and be edified by
Iago. I know not that: but such a handkerchief, report? (I am sure it was your wife's,) did I to-day
Clo. I will catechize the world for him ; that is, See Cassio wipe his beard with.
make questions, and by them answer. Oth.
If it be that,
Des. Seek him, bid him come hither ; tell him, I lago. If it be that, or any that was her's, have moved my lord in his behalf, and hope, all will It speaks against her, with the other proofs.
be well, Oth. O, that the slave had forty thousand lives; Clo. To do this, is within the compass of man's One is too poor, too weak for my revenge !
wit; and therefore I will attempt the doing it. Now do I see 'tis true. — Look here, Iago;
(Erit. All my fond love thus I do blow to heaven :
Des. Where should I lose that handkerchief,
Emilia? Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell !
Emil. I know not, madam. Yield up, O love, thy crown, and hearted throne, Des. Believe me, I had rather have lost my To tyrannous hate! swell, bosom, with thy fraught,
purse For 'tis of aspicks' tongues !
Full of crusadoes. And, but my noble Moor lago. Pray, be content.
Is true of mind, and made of no such baseness Olh.
O, blood, Iago, blood ! As jealous creatures are, it were enough Iago. Patience, I say; your mind, perhaps, may | To put him to ill thinking. change,
Is he not jealous ? Oth. Never, Iago. Like to the Pontick sea, Des. Who, he? I think, the sun, where he was Whose icy current and compulsive course
born, Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on
Drew all such humours from him. To the Propontick, and the Hellespont;
Look, where he comes. Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Des. I will not leave him now, till Cassio Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble lové, Be call'd to him. How is't with you, my lord ? Till that a capable and wide revenge
Enter OTHELLO. Swallow them up. — Now, by yond' marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow [Kneels. Oth. Well, my good lady; - (Aside.] O, harda, I here engage my words.
ness to dissemble !
How do you, Desdemona ?
Oth. Give me your hand : This hand is moist, Des. Come, come;
You'll never meet a more sufficient man.
I pray, talk me of Cassio.
A man that, all his time, Much castigation, exercise devout;
Hath founded his good fortune on your love, For here's a young and sweating devil here, Shar'd dangers with you ; That commonly rebels. 'Tis a good hand,
The handkerchief, — A frank one.
Des. In sooth, Des. You may, indeed, say so;
You are to blame. For 'twas that hand that gave away my heart.
Away! (Eri OTHELLA Oth. A liberal hand: The hearts, of old, gave Emil.
Is not this man jealous? hands :
Des. I ne'er saw this before. But our new heraldry is - hands, not hearts. Sure, there's some wonder in this handkerchief; Des. I cannot speak of this. Come now your I am most unhappy in the loss of it. promise.
Emil. 'Tis not a year or two shows us a man : Oth. What promise, chuck ?
They are all but stomachs, and we all but food; Des. I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with They eat us hungerly, and when they are full, you.
They belch us. Look you! Cassio, and roy bus Oth. I have a salt and sullen rheum offends me;
Enter Iago and Cassio.
Iago. There is no other way; 'tis she must do't; Des.
I have it not about me. And, lo, the happiness! go, and importune her. Oth. Not ? :
Des. How now, good Cassio ? what's the news Des. No, indeed, my lord.
with you? Oth.
That is a fault: Cas. Madam, my former suit : I do beseech you, That handkerchief
That, by your virtuous means, I may again Did an Egyptian to my mother give ;
Exist, and be a member of his love, She was a charmer, and could almost read
Whom I, with all the duty of my heart, The thoughts of people : she told her, while she Entirely honour; I would not be delay'd : kept it,
If my offence be of such mortal kind, 'Twould make her amiable, and subdue my father
That neither service past, nor present sorrow, Entirely to her love ; but if she lost it,
Nor purpos'd merit in futurity, Or made a gift of it, my father's eye
Can ransome me into his love again,
So shall I clothe me in a forc'd content,
Alas! thrice-gentle Cassio, To lose or give't away, were such perdition, My advocation is not now in tune; As nothing else could match.
My lord is not my lord ; nor should I know hin, Des.
Is it possible? Were he in favour, as in humour, alter'd.
As I have spoken for you all my best,
And stood within the blank of his displeasure, In her prophetick fury sew'd the work :
For my free speech! You must a while be patient:
Iago. Is my lord angry?
He went hence but som,
When it hath blown his ranks into the air ; Olh. Ha! wherefore?
And, like the devil, from his very arm Des. Why do you speak so startingly and rash ? Puff ́d his own brother ; — And can he be angry? Oth. Is't lost ? is't gone? speak, is it out of the Something of moment, then : I will go meet him;
There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry. Des. Heaven bless us !
Des. I. pr’ythee, do so. - Something, surs, Oth. Say you?
(Ese la Des. It is not lost; But what an if it were ? Either from Venice; or some unhatch'd practice, Oth. Ha!
Made démonstrable here in Cyprus to lirn, Des. I say, it is not lost.
Hath puddled his clear spirit ; and, in such as Oth.
Fetch't, let me see it. Men's natures wrangle with inferior things Des. Why, so I can, sir, but I will not now; Though great ones are their object. . 'Tis even w: This is a trick, to put me from my suit ;
For let our finger ache, and it indues I pray, let Cassio be receiv'd again.
Our other healthful members ev'n to that sense Oth. Fetch me that handkerchief: my mind of pain : Nay, we must think, men are not gesta. misgives.
Nor of them look for such observances
As fit the bridal. - Beshrew me much, Emilia,
Pardon me, Bianca ;' I was (unhandsome warrior as I am,)
I have this whue with Icaden thoughts been pressid ; Arraigning his unkindness with my soul ;
But I shall, in a more continuate time, But now I find, I had suborn'd the witness, Strike off this score of absence. Sweet Bianca, And he's indited falsely.
(Giving her DESDEMONA's handkerchief. Emil. Pray heaven, it be state matters, as you Take me this work out. think;
0, Cassio, whence came this? And no conception, nor no jealous toy,
This is some token from a newer friend. Concerning you.
To the felt absence now I feel a cause : " Des. Alas, the day! I never gave him cause.
Is it come
this? Well, well. Emil. But jealous souls will not be answer'd so; Cas.
Woman, go to ! They are not ever jealous for the cause,
Throw your vile guesses in the devil's teeth, But jealous for they are jealous : 'tis a monster, From whence you have them. You are jealous now. Begot upon itself, born on itself.
That this is from some mistress, some remembrance : Des. Heaven keep that monster from Othello's No, in good troth, Bianca. mind!
Why, whose is it? Emil. Lady, amen.
Cas. I know not, sweet: I found it in my chamber. Des. I will go seek him. Cassio, walk here- I like the work well; ere it be demanded, about:
(As like enough, it will,) I'd have it copied : If I do find him fit, I'll move your suit,
Take it, and do't ; and leave me for this time. And seek to effect it to my uttermost.
Bian. Leave you! wherefore ? Cas. I humbly thank your ladyship.
Cas. I do attend here on the general ; [Exeunt DESDEMONA and EMILIA. And think it no addition, nor my wish,
To have him see me woman'd. 'Enter BIANCA.
Why, I pray you? Bian. Save you, friend Cassio !
Cas. Not that I love you not.
But that you do not love me. How is it with you, my most fair Bianca ?
I pray you, bring me on the way a little ; l'faith, sweet love, I was coming to your house." And say, if I shall see you soon at night.
Bian. And I was going to your lodging, Cassio. Cas. 'Tis but a little way, that I can bring you,' What! keep a week away ? seven days and nights ? For I attend here : but I'll see you soon. Eight score eight hours ? and lovers' absent hours, Bian. 'Tis very good; I must be circumstanc'd. More tedious than the dial eight score times ?
(Exeunt. O weary reckoning!
SCENE I. The same.
Iago. Ay, what of that?
That's not so good, now.
Iago. What, if I had said, I had seen him do you Iago. Will you think so ?
Think so, Iago? Or heard him say,- As knaves be such abroad, Iago.
What, Who having, by their own importunate suit,
Or voluntary dotage of some mistress,
Convinced or supplied them, cannot choose
Hath he said any thing? Oth. Naked abed, Iago, and not mean harm? Tago. He hath, my lord; but be you well assur'd, It is hypocrisy against the devil :
No more than he'll unswear. They that mean virtuously, and yet do so,
What hath he said ? The devil
their virtue tempts, and they tempt heaven. lago. 'Faith, that he did, I know not what he Iago. So they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip:
did. But if I give my wife a handkerchief,
Oth. What? what? Oth. What then?
Iago. Lie Iago. Why, then 'tis hers, my lord ; and, being Oth., With her ? hers,
Iago. With her, on her; what you will. She may, I think, bestow't on any man.
Oth. Lie with her! lie on her ! - We say, lie 'on Oth. She is protectress of her honour too; her, when they belie her: Lie with her! that's May she give that?
fulsome.- Handkerchief, - confessions,- handkerIago. Her honour is an essence that's not seen ; chief. – To confess, and be hanged for his labour. They have it very oft, that have it not:
· First, to be hanged, and then to confess : - I But, for the handkerchief,
tremble at it. Nature would not invest herself in Oth. By heaven, I would most gladly have forgot such shadowing passion, without some instruction. it :
It is not words, that shake me thus: - Pish! Thou said'st, -0, it comes o'er my memory, Noses, ears, and lips : - - Is it possible? - ConAs doth the raven o'er the infected house,
fess! -Handkerchief! O devil! Boding to all-- he had my handkerchief.
[Falls in a trance.
Iago, Work on,
And his unbookish jealousy must construe My medicine, work! Thus credulous fools are Poor Cassio's smiles, gestures, and light behaviour, caught ;
Quite in the wrong. - How do you now, lieutenant! And many worthy and chaste dames, even thus, Cas. The worser, that you give me the addition, All guiltless meet reproach. What, ho! my lord! | Whose want even kills me.
lago. Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure of t Enter Cassio.
Now, if this suit lay in Bianca's power, My lord, I say! Othello ! - How now, Casszo?
(Speaking lover Cas. What is the matter?
How quickly should you speed ? Iago. My lord is fallen into an epilepsy;
Alas, poor caitiff! This is his second fit; he had one yesterday.
Oth. Look, how he laughs already! (Aside Cas. Rub him about the temples..
Iago. I never knew a woman love man so Iago.
No, forbear Cas. Alas, poor rogue! I think i'faith, she loves The lethargy must have his quiet course : If not, he foams at mouth; and, by and by,
Oth. Now he denies it faintly, and laughs it out. Breaks out to savage madness. Look, he stirs :
(L. Do you withdraw yourself a little while,
Iago. Do you hear, Cassio ? He will recover straight; when he is gone,
Now he importunes him I would on great occasion speak with you.
To tell it o'er : Go to; well said, well said. [Aside.
(Erit Cassio. Iago. She gives it out, that you shall marry her: How is it, general ? have you not hurt your
you intend it? Oth. Dost thou mock me ?
Ha, ha, ha! Iago.
I mock you ! no, by heaven : Oth. Do you triumph, Roman ? do you triumph? 'Would, you would bear your fortunes like a man.
Oth. A horned man's a monster, and a beast. Cas. I marry her! - what? a customer! I pr's Iago. There's many a beast then in a populous city, thee, bear some charity to my wit; do not think it And many a civil monster.
so unwholesome. Ha, ha, ha! Oth. Did he confess it ?
Oth. So, so, so, so: They laugh that vin. (A Iago.
Good sir, be à man; Iago. 'Faith, the cry goes, that you shall tarty her. Think, every bearded fellow, that's but yok'd, Cas. Pr’ythee, say true. May draw with you : there's millions now alive, Iago. I am a very villain else. That nightly lie in those unproper beds,
Oth. Have you scored me? Well. Which they dare swear peculiar ; your case is better. Cas. This is the monkey's own giving out she is 0, 'tis the spite of hell, the fiend's arch-mock, persuaded I will marry her, out of her own love and To lip a wanton in a secure couch,
flattery, not out of my promise. And to suppose her chaste! No, let me know; Oth. Iago beckons me; now he begins the story. And, knowing what I am, I know what she shall be. Oth. O, thou art wise ; 'tis certain.
Cas. She was here even now; she haunts me in Iago.
Stand you awhile apart; every place. I was, the other day, talking on the Confine yourself but in a patient list.
sea-bank with certain Venetians; and thither comes Whilst you were here, ere while mad with your grief, this bauble ; by this hand, she falls thus about my (A passion most unsuiting such a man,)
neck; Cassio came hither : I shifted him away,
Oth. Crying, O dear Cassio ! as it were : his ges And laid good ’scuse upon your ecstasy;
ture imports it. Bade him anon return, and here speak with me; Cas. So hangs, and lolls, and weers upon ; The which he promis'd. Do but encave yourself, so hales, and pulls me : ha, ha, ha! And mark the Aeers, the gibes, and notable scorns, Oth. Now he tells, how she plucked him to say That dwell in every region of his face;
chamber: 0, I see that nose of yours, but not that For I will make him tell the tale anew,
dog I shall throw it to.
Idade Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when Cas. Well, I must leave her company. He hath, and is again to cope your wife;
Iago. Before me! look, where she comes
Cas. 'Tis such another fitches! maty, a po Oth.
Dost thou hear, Iago ? fumed one. - What do you mean by this bausting I will be found most cunning in my patience ; of me? But (dost thou hear ?) most bloody,
Bian. Let the devil and his dam haunt you! lago.
That's not amiss; What did you mean by that same handkerchic, you But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw ? gave me even now? I was a fine fool to take ti
(Othello withdraws. must take out the whole work? - A likely piece of Now will I question Cassio of Bianca,
work, that you should find it in your chamber, ed A housewife, that, by selling her desires,
not know who left it there! This is same mies Buys herself bread and cloathes : it is a creature, token, and I must take out the work? There, - gire That dotes on Cassio, - as 'tis the strumpet's plague, it your hobby horse : wheresoever you had iter To beguile many, and be beguild by one; take out no work on't. He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain
Cas. How now, my sweet Bianca ? how mu* From the excess of laughter : – Here he comes : how now?
Oth. By heaven, that should be my kandkerekek Re-enter Cassio. As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad;
Bian. An you'll come to supper to-night,