i —there, give it the hobby-horse. Wherefoever you had it, I'll take out no work on't. Caf. How now, my fweet Bianca? how now? how now? Oth. By heaven, that should be my handkerchief. [Afide. Bian. An you'll come to fupper to-night, you may; k an you will not, come when you are next prepar❜d for. Iago. After her, after her. Caf. Faith, I muft; fhe'll rail i'the ftreet elfe. Caf. Yes, I intend fo. [Exit. Iago. Well, I may chance to fee you; for I would very fain speak with you. Caf. Pr'ythee come. Will you? Iago. Go to, fay no more. [Exit Caffio. SCENE V. Manent Othello and Iago. Oth. How fhall I murder him, Iago? P Oth. Was that mine? 9 lago. Yours by this hand and to fee how he prizes the foolish woman your wife-She gave it him, and he hath given it his whore. Oth. I would have him nine years a killing: a fine woman, a fair woman, a fweet woman! lago. Nay, you must forget that. 8 Oth. Ay, let her rot and perifh, and be damn'd tonight; for the shall not live. No my heart is turn'd' to ftone: I ftrike it, and it hurts my hand. Oh, the world hath not a sweeter creature-the might lie by an emperor's fide, and command him tasks. Iago. Nay, that's not your way. Oth. Hang her, I do but fay what fhe is-fo delicate with her needle-an admirable musician. Oh, fhe will fing the favageness out of a bear. Of fo high" and plenteous wit and invention! Iago. She's the worfe for all this. W Oth. Oh, a thousand thousand times-and then of fo gentle a condition. Jago. Ay, too gentle. s The qu's, And for Ay. and. The 2d q. to a flone, St. The three laft fo's and R. a for This fpeech is omitted by the qu's; but in the 1ft q. this omiffion evidently appears to be a blunder in the compofitor of the prefs; for, Orbello's fpeech, Was that mine? concludes the page; and the catch word to the next page is lag. which fhews that this speech of lago was in the - a thousand, &c. manufcript; otherwife the catch-words w The qu's omit Ob. * So the qu's; the reft, a thousand, y P. and all after, except C. omit Oth. a z Oth. Nay, that's certain; but yet the pity of it, Iago, oh, the pity! Iago. If you be fo fond over her iniquity; give her patent to offend; for if it touch not you, it comes near nobody. Oth. I will chop her into meffes. Cuckold me! Iago. Oh 'tis foul in her. Oth. With mine officer! lago. That's fouler. d Oth. Get me fome poifon, Iago, this night. I'll not expoftulate with her, left her body and beauty unprovide my mind again.-This night, Iago. Iago. Do it not with poison, ftrangle her in her bed, f Even the bed she hath contaminated. Oth. Good, good: The juftice of it pleases: very good. lago. And for Caffio, let me be his undertaker. You shall hear more by midnight. [A trumpet within. Oth. Excellent good.-What trumpet is that fame? Iago. Something from Venice, fure.-"Tis Lodovico Come from the Duke. And fee, your wife is with him. h The fo's, R. and P. read, 'Tis Lo d The two Jaft fo's, and all after, ex- dovico, this comes from the Duke. See cept C. and her beauty. The 2d q. bere for ber. your wife's with him, H. Ob! it is Lodovico from the Duke ; And fee, your wife is with bim. SCENE VI. Enter Lodovico, Defdemona, and Attendants from the Palace. Lod. God fave the worthy General. Oth. With all my heart, Sir. k Lod. The Duke and * Senators of Venice greet you. [Gives him a Letter. Oth. I kifs the inftrument of their pleasures. Def. And what's the news, good coufin Lodovice? Welcome to Cyprus. Lod. I thank you". How does lieutenant Caffio? lago. Lives, Sir. Def. Coufin, there's fall'n between him and my Lord An unkind breach, but you shall make all well. Def. My Lord?— Oth. This fail you not to do as you willLod. He did not call; he's bufy in the paper. Is there divifion " 'twixt my Lord and Caffio? Def. A most unhappy one; I would do much To atone them, for the love I bear to Caffio. Oth. Fire and brimstone! So the rft q; the reft, Save you, sworthy General. * So the qu's and H; the reft infert the after and, 1 H. and G. their good pleasures. m After you C, inferts fir The ft q. betweene thy Lord, Def. Def. My Lord! Oth. Are you wife? Def. What is he angry? Lod. May be, the letter mov'd him. For, as I think, they do command him home, Deputing Caffio in his government. Def. By my troth, I am glad on't. Oth. Indeed! Def. My Lord! Oth. I am glad to fee you mad. Def. P How, fweet Othello? Oth. Devil! Def. I have not deserved this. [Striking her. Lod. My Lord, this would not be believ'd in Venice, Though I fhould fwear I faw 't. 'Tis very much. Make her amends, fhe weeps. Oth. Oh devil, devil! If that the earth could teem with woman's tears, Each drop fhe falls would prove a crocodile. Out of my fight! Def. I will not ftay to offend you. Lod. Truly, an obedient lady : I do beseech your Lordship, call her back. Oth. Miftrefs Def. My Lord. Oth. What would you with her, Sir? So the ftq; the reft, Truff me for How. By my truth. P So the qu's; the reft, Why for [Going. This direction first put in by T, |