Def. A man that, all his time, Hath founded his good fortune on your love; Shar'd dangers with you ;— Oth. Def. In footh, The handkerchief,— Def. I ne'er faw this before. Sure, there's fome wonder in this handkerchief: Emil. 'Tis not a year or two fhows us a man: Look you! Caffio, and my husband. Enter IAGO and CASSIO. Iago. There is no other way; 'tis she must do't; And, lo, the happiness! go, and impórtune her. Def. How now, good Caffio? what's the news with you? Caf. Madam, my former fuit: I do befeech you, That, by your virtuous means, I may again Exift, and be a member of his love, Whom I, with all the duty of my heart, Entirely honour; I would not be delay'd: If my offence be of such mortal kind, That neither fervice paft, nor present forrows, Nor purpos'd merit in futurity, Can ransom me into his love again, But to know fo must be my benefit; So fhall I clothe me in a forc'd content, Def. Def. Alas! thrice-gentle Caffio, My advocation is not now in tune; My lord is not my lord; nor fhould I know him, As I have spoken for you all my best; And ftood within the blank of his difpleasure, For my free speech! You must a while be patient : Than for myself I dare: let that fuffice you. Emil. He went hence but now, And, certainly, in ftrange unquietness. Iago. Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon, Puff'd his own brother ;-And can he be angry? Def. I pr'ythee, do fo.-Something, fure, of ftate,- Our other healthful members ev'n to that fenfe Nor of them look for fuch obfervances As fit the bridal.-Befhrew me much, Emilia, I was (unhandfome warrior as I am,) But But now I find, I had fuborn'd the witness, And he's indited falfely. Emil. Pray heaven, it be state matters, as you think; And on conception, nor no jealous toy, Concerning you. Def. Alas, the day! I never gave him cause. Emil. But jealous souls will not be answer'd so; But jealous for they are jealous: 'tis a monster, Def. Heaven keep that monster from Othello's mind! Def. I will go feek him.-Caffio, walk hereabout: If I do find him fit, I'll move your fuit, And seek to effect it to my uttermoft. Caf. I humbly thank your ladyship. [Exeunt DESDEMONA and EMILIA. Enter BIANCA. Bian. Save you, friend Caffio? What make you from home? Caf. I' faith, fweet love, I was coming to your house. O weary reckoning! Caf. Pardon me, Bianca ; I have this while with leaden thoughts been press'd; Strike off this score of abfence. Sweet Bianca, [Giving her DESDEMONA's handkerchief. Take me this work out. Bian. O, Caffio, whence came this? Caf. Woman, go to! From whence you have them. You are jealous now; Bian. Why, whofe is it? Caf. I know not, fweet: I found it in my chamber. 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. Caf. I do attend here on the general; And think it no addition, nor my wish, Bian. Why, I pray you? But that you do not love me. Caf. Not, that I love you not. Bian. I pray you, bring me on the way a little ; Bian. 'Tis very good; I must be circumstanc'd. [Exeunt. ACT Iago. Or to be naked with her friend abed, They that mean virtuously, and yet do so, The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt heaven. Iago. So 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 hers, She may, I think, bestow't on any man. Oth. She is protectress of her honour too; May the give that? Iago. Her honour is an effence that's not feen; They have it very oft, that have it not : But, for the handkerchief, Oth. By heaven, I would most gladly have forgot it :Thou faid'ft,-O, it comes o'er my memory, As doth the raven o'er the infected house, |