IAGO. I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion: I do repent me that I put it to you. You would be satisfied? Отн. Would? nay, and I will. IAGO. And may: But how? how satisfied, my lord? Would you the supervision? grossly gape on? Behold her topp'd? Отн. Death and damnation! O! IAGO. It were a tedious difficulty, I think, To bring them to that prospect: Damn them then, More than their own! What then? how then? Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys, But, sith I am enter'd in this cause so far, I could not sleep. There are a kind of men so loose of soul, That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs; In sleep I heard him say,-Sweet Desdemona, And then, sir, would he gripe and wring my hand, That grew upon my lips; lay his leg o'er my thigh, O monstrous! monstrous! Отн. Отн. But this denoted a foregone conclusion; ΟΤΗ. I'll tear her all to pieces. OTH. If it be that, IAGO. If it be that or any, if 't was hers, Arise, black vengeance, from the hollow hell! IAGO. Yet, be content. IAGO. Patience, I say; your mind may change. Whose icy current and compulsive course Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Swallow them up.-Now, by yond' marble heaven, I here engage my words. IAGO. Do not rise yet.— Witness, you ever-burning lights above! [Kneels. [Kneels. You elements that clip us round about! To wrong'd Othello's service! let him command, What bloody business ever Отн. I greet thy love, Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounteous, Within these three days let me hear thee say LAGO. My friend is dead: 't is done, at your request: Отн. her! Damn her, lewd minx! O, damn her! damn Come, go with me apart; I will withdraw, To furnish me with some swift means of death For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant. SCENE IV.-The Same. Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, and Clown. [Exeunt. DES. Do you know, sirrah, where lieutenant Cassio lies? CLO. I dare not say he lies any where. DES. Why, man? CLO. He is a soldier; and for me to say a soldier lies, 't is stabbing. CLO. To tell you where he lodges is to tell you where I lie. DES. Can any thing be made of this? CLO. I know not where he lodges; and for me to devise a lodging, and say he lies here, or he lies there, were to lie in mine own throat. DES. Can you inquire him out, and be edified by report? CLO. I will catechise the world for him; that is, make questions, and by them answer. DES. Seek him, bid him come hither; tell him I have moved my lord on his behalf, and hope all will be well. CLO. To do this is within the compass of man's wit; and therefore I will attempt the doing it. DES. Where should I lose the handkerchief, Emilia ? DES. Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse Is true of mind, and made of no such baseness To put him to ill thinking. EMIL. Is he not jealous? [Exit. DES. Who, he? I think the sun, where he was born, Drew all such humours from him. EMIL. Look where he comes. DES. I will not leave him now, till Cassio Be call'd to him.-How is 't with you, my lord? Enter OTHELLO. Огн. Well, my good lady;-[Aside.] O, hardness to dissemble ! How do you, Desdemona ? DES. Well, my good lord. OTH. Give me your hand: This hand is moist, my lady. Hot, hot, and moist: This hand of yours requires For here's a young and sweating devil here, DES. You may, indeed, say so; For 't was that hand that gave away my heart. Отн. A liberal hand: The hearts of old gave hands: But our new heraldry is-hands, not hearts. DES. I cannot speak of this. Oтн. What promise, chuck? Come now, your promiɛe. DES. I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you. Lend me thy handkerchief. DES. 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, "T would 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 DES. Is 't possible? ОTH. "T is true: There's magic in the web of it: The sun to course two hundred compasses, The worms were hallow'd that did breed the silk ; DES. Indeed! is 't true? OTн. Most veritable; therefore look to 't well. DES. Then 'would to heaven that I had never seen it. ОтH. Ha! wherefore? DES. Why do you speak so startingly and rash? OTH. Is 't lost? is 't gone? speak, is 't out of the way? DES. Bless us! DES. It is not lost: But what and if it were? OTH. HOW? DES. I say, it is not lost. OTH. Fetch 't, let me see it. DES. Why, so I can, sir, but I will not now; |