To have me filch it? lago. Why, what's that to you? Emil. If it be not for some purpose of import Iago. Be not acknown on't; I have use for it. Oth. What sense had I of her stol'n hours of lust? 341 I saw 't not, thought it not, it harm'd not me; Pioners and all, had tasted her sweet body, 350 Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! Iago. Is 't possible, my lord? O grace! O heaven forgive me! Are you a man? have you a soul or sense? God be wi' you; take mine office. O wretched fool! That liv'st to make thine honesty a vice. To be direct and honest is not safe. Oth. Nay, stay; thou should'st be honest. By the world, fresh As Dian's visage, is now begrim'd and black Iago. I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion. Would! nay, I will lago. And may; but how? how satisfied, my Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on; Oth. Death and damnation! 0! Iago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think, Oth. Villain, be sure thou prove my love a One of this kind is Cassio. 410 There are a kind of men so loose of soul That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs; i If it be that, - Iago. If it be that, or any that was hers, One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. Arise, black vengeance, from the hollow hell! Clo. To do this is within the compass of man's wit, and therefore I will attempt the doing it. Exit. Des. Where should I lose that handkerchief, Emil. I know not, madam. Des. Believe me, I had rather have lost my Full of cruzadoes; and, but my noble Moor Oth. O! blood, blood, blood! Oth. Never, Iago. Like to the Pontic sea, Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Kneels. Now, by yond marble heaven, 460 Swallow them up. In the due reverence of a sacred vow I here engage my words. Iago. How is 't with you, my lord? Oth. Well, my good lady. Aside. O! hard- Do not rise yet. Kneels. How do you, Desdemona? Witness, you ever-burning lights above! Witness that here Iago doth give up The execution of his wit, hands, heart, To wrong'd Othello's service! Let him command, And to obey shall be in me remorse, What bloody business ever. Oth. I greet thy love, Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounteous, And will upon the instant put thee to 't: Within these three days let me hear thee say That Cassio 's not alive. 470 lago. My friend is dead; 'tis done at your request: But let her live. 1 Oth. I have a salt and sorry rheum offends me. | They belch us. Look you! Cassio and my I have it not about me. Lend me thy handkerchief. Here, my lord. Oth. That which I gave you. 61 'Twould make her amiable and subdue my father After new fancies. She dying gave it me; And bid me, when my fate would have me wive, Dos. Is 't possible ? Oth. 'Tis true; there's magic in the web of it; In her prophetic fury sew'd the work; 71 husband. Enter IAGO and CASSIO. Iago. There is no other way; 'tis she must do't: Cas. Madam, my former suit: I do beseech you Des. Alas! thrice-gentle Cassio, My advocation is not now in tune; The worms were hallow'd that did breed the What I can do I will, and more I will silk, And it was dy'd in mummy which the skilful Indeed! is 't true? Oth. Most veritable; therefore look to 't well. Des. Then would to God that I had never seen 't! Oth. Ha! wherefore? And certainly in strange unquietness. Exi LAGO Oth. Fetch me the handkerchief; my mind Nor of them look for such observancy If I do find him fit, I'll move your suit Cas. I humbly thank your ladyship. The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt heaven. Iago. If they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip; Exeunt DESDEMONA and EMILIA. But if I give my wife a handkerchief, Enter BLANCA. Bian, Save you, friend Cassio! 170 What make you from home? Pardon me, Bianca; Oth. What then? 10 Iago. Why, then, 'tis hers, my lord; and, being She may, I think, bestow 't on any man. Iago. Her honour is an essence that's not seen; They have it very oft that have it not: Oth. By heaven, I would most gladly have I have this while with leaden thoughts been Thou said'st, -O! it comes o'er my memory, 20 press'd, But I shall, in a more continuate time, Take me this work out. This is some token from a newer friend; Is it come to this? Well, well. 181 Go to, woman! Throw your vile guesses in the devil's teeth, From whence you have them. You are jealous Iago. With her? With her, on her; what you will. Oth. Lie with her! lie on her! We say lie on her when they belieher. Lie with her! that's fulsome. Handkerchief, -confessions, handkerchief. To confess, and be hanged for his labour. First, to be hanged, and then to confess: I tremble at it. Nature would not invest herself in such shadowing passion without some instruction. It is not words that shakes me thus. Pish! Noses, ears, and lips. Is't possible ? Confess!-Handkerchief! O devil! My medicine, work! Thus credulous fools are And many worthy and chaste dames even thus, lord! My lord, I say! Othello! Iago. My lord is fall'n into an epilepsy; This is his second fit; he had one yesterday. Cas. Rub him about the temples. Iago. 50 No, forbear; The lethargy must have his quiet course, I would on great occasion speak with you. Exit CASSIO. And many a civil monster. Good sir, be a man; Which they dare swear peculiar; your case is O! 'tis the spite of hell, the fiend's arch-mock, 70 Iago. That's not amiss; Now will I question Cassio of Bianca, plague To beguile many and be beguil'd by one. Cas. Prithee, say true. Iago. I am a very villain else. 19 Oth. Have you scored me? Well. Cas. This is the monkey's own giving out: she is persuaded I will marry her, out of her own love and flattery, not out of my promise. Oth. Iago beckons me; now he begins the story. Cas. She was here even now; she haunts me in every place. I was the other day talking on the sea bank with certain Venetians, and thither comes the bauble, and, by this hand, she falls me thus about my neck ; Oth. Crying 'O dear Cassio!' as it were; his gesture imports it. 10 Cas. So hangs and lolls and weeps upon me; so hales and pulls me; ha, ha, ha ! Oth. Now he tells how she plucked him to my chamber. O! I see that nose of yours, but not that dog I shall throw it to. Cas. Well, I must leave her company. Enter BIANCA. 150 What do you mean by this haunting of me? Bian. Let the devil and his dam haunt you! What did you mean by that same handkerchief you gave me even now? I was a fine fool to take it. I must take out the work! A likely piece of work, that you should find it in your chamber, and know not who left it there! This is some minx's token, and I must take out the work! There, give it your hobby-horse; wheresoever you had it I'll take out no work on 't. 19 Cas. How now, my sweet Bianca! how now, how now! Oth. By heaven, that should be my handker. chief! Bian. An you'll come to supper to-night, you may; an you will not, come when you are next prepared for. Exit. lago. After her, after her. Cas. Faith, I intend so. Iago. Well, I may chance to see you, for I would very fain speak with you. Exit CASSIO. |