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Des. Ay, sooth; so humbled,
Too hideous to be shown.--Thou dost mean something That he hath left part of his grief with me ;
I heard thee say but now,- Thou lik’dst not thai, I suffer with him. Good love, call him back.
When Cassio left my wife ; What didst not like? Oth. Not now, sweet Desdemona; some other time. And, when I told thee-he was of my counsel Des. But shall't be shortly?
In my whole course of wooing, thou cried'st. Indeed? Orh.
The sooner, sweet, for you. And didst contract and purse thy brow togeths, Des. Shall't be tonight at supper?
As if thou then hadst shut up in thy brain Oth.
No, not to-night | Some horrible conceit : If thou dost love me,
Show me thy thought.
My lord, you know I love you. I meet the captains at the citadel.
Oth. I think, thou dost; Des. Why then, to-morrow night; or Tuesday norn; ! And,- for I know thou art full of love and honesty, Or Tuesday noon, or nightı or Wednesday morn;- And weigh'st thy words before thou gir'st than I pray thee, name the time; but let it not
breath, Exceed three days : in faith, he's penitent;
Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more: And yet his trespass, in our common reason,
For such things, in a false disloyal knave, (Save that, they say, the wars must make examples Are tricks of custom; but, in a man that's just, Out of their best,) is not almost a fault
They are close denotements, working from the heart. To incur a private check: When shall be come? That passion cannot rule. Tell me, Othello. I wonder in my soul,
For Michael Cassio,What you could ask me, that I should deny,
I dare be sworn, I think that he is honest.
Men should be what they sees When I have spoke of you dispraisingly,
Or, those that be not, 'would they might seem none! Hath ta'en your part; to have so much to do
Oth. Certain, men should be what they seen. To bring him in! Trust me, I could do much.- Iago.
Why tla Oih. Proythee, po more: let him come wiren he will; || I think that Cassio is an honest man. I will deny thee nothing.
Oth. Nay, yet there's more in this : Des.
Why, this is not a boon; I pray thee, speak to me as to thy thinking 'Tis as I should intreat you wear your gloves, As thou dost ruminate; and give thy worst of thoughts Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm; The worst of words. Or sue to you to do peculiar profit
Good my lord, pardon me; To your own person : Nay, when I have a suit, Though I am bound to every act of duty, Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed,
I am not bound to that all slaves are free to. It shall be full of poise and difficulty,
Utter my thoughts? Why, say, they are vile sul And fearful to be granted.
I will deny thee nothing: As where's that palace, whereinto foul things Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this,
Sometimes intrude not? who has a breast so pare, To leave me but a little to myself,
But some uneleanly apprehensions
Oth. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, laga
I do beseech you, But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Though I, perchance, am vicious in my guess, Chaos is come again.
As, I confess, it is my nature's plague lago. My noble lord,
To spy into abuses ; and, oft, my jealousy Oth. What dost thou say, Iago ?
Shapes faults that are not, -I entreat you tlæt, Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you wood any lady, | From one that so imperfectly conjects, Know of your love?
You'd take no notice ; nor build yourself a trouble Oth. He did, from first to last. Why dost thou ask? Out of his scattering and unsure observance :
lago. But for a satisfaction of my thought ; It were not for your quiet, nor your good, No further harm.
Nor for my manhood, honesty, or wisdom, Oth.
Why of thy thought, Iago? To let you know my thoughts. Iago. I did not think, he had been acquainted with Orh.
What dost thou mean her.
Iago. Good name, in man, and woman, dear my hand Oth. O, yes; and went between us very oft. Is the immediate jewel of iheir souls : lago. Indeed?
Who steals my purse, steals trasla ; 'tis something Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed :-Discern'st thou aught in nothing; that ?
'Twas mine, 'lis his, and has been slave to thousands Is he not honest ?
But he, that filches from me my good name, layo. Honest, my lord?
Robs me of that, which not enriches him, Oth.
And makes me poor indeed. Iago. My lord, for aught I know.
Oth. By heaven, I'll know thy thought Oh. What dost thou think?
lago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand, lago Think, my lord?
Nor shall not, whilst 'tis in my custody. Oth.
Think, my lord! Oth, Ha! By heaven he echoes me,
lago, O, beware, my lord, of jealousy: As if there were some monster in his thought It is the green-ey'd monister which doth moes
The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss, Iago. Long live she so! and long live you to think Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;
so! But. O, what damned minutes tells he o'er,
Oth. And yet, how nature erring from itself,Who dotes, yet doubts ; suspects, yet strongly loves ! Iago. Ay, there's the point :-As-to be bold with Oth. O misery!
you, Iago. Poor, and content, is rich, and rich enough ; Not to affect many proposed matches But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter,
Of her own clime, complexion, and degree; To him that ever fears he shall be poor :
Whereto, we see, in all things nature tends :
Foul disproportion, thoughts unnatural..
But pardon me; I do not, in position,
Distinctly speak of her: though I may fear,
Her will, recoiling to her better judgement,
Farewell, farewell : To such exsufflicate and blown surinises,
If more thou dost perceive, let me know more ; Matching thy inference. 'Tis not to make me jealous, || Se: on thy wife to observe : Leare me, lago. To say--my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, lago. My lord, I take my leave.
[Going. Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well; Oth. Why did I marry? This honest creature, doubtWhere virtue is, these are more virtuous : Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw
Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds. The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt;
lago. My lord, I would, I might entreat your honour For she had eyes, and chose me: No, lago;
To scan this thing no further ; leave it to time; I'll see, before I doubt ; when I doubt, prove ;
And though it be fit that Cassio have his place, And, on the proof, there is no more but this,- (For, sure, he fills it up with great ability,) Away at once with love, or jealousy.
Yet, if you please to hold him off a while, lago, I am glad of this: for now I shall have reason You shall by that perceive him and his means: To show the love and duty that I bear you
Note, if your lady strain his entertainment
Much will be seen in that. In the mean time,
And hold her free, I do beseech your honour.
Oth. Fear not my government. I know our country disposition well ;
I once more take my leave. [E.rit. In Venice they do let heaven see the pranks
Oth. This fellow's of exceeding honesty, They dare not show their husbands; their best con And knows all qualities, with a learned spirit, science
Of human dealings : If I do prove her haggard, Is-not to leave undone, but keep unknown. Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings, Oth. Dost thou say so?
I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind, Ingo. She did deceive her father, marrying you ; To prey at fortune. Haply, for I am black; And, when she seem'd to shake, and fear your looks,
And have not those soft parts of conversation
That chamberers have: or, for I am declin'd
Into the vale of years ;-yet that's not much;
Why, go to, then; She's gone; I am abus'd ; and my relief
That we can call these delicate ereatures ours, He thought, "ewas witchcraft :-But I am much to And not their appetiies! I had rather be a toad, blame;
And live upon the vapour of'a dungeon, I humbly do beseech you of your pardon,
Than keep a corner in the thing I love, For too much loving you.
For others' uses. Yet, 'tis the plague of great ones; Ouh.
I am bound to thee forever. | Prerogativ'd are they less than the base ; lago. I see, this hath a little dash'd your spirits. 'Tis destiny unshunnable, like death ; Oth. Not a jot, not a jot.
Even then this forked plague is fated to us, lago.
Trust me, I fear it has. When we do quicken. Desdemona comes : I hope, you will consider, what is spoke
Enter Desdemona and Emilia. Comes from my love ;--But, 1 do see you are mov'd:-|| If she be false, , then heaven mocks itself !I am to pray you, not to strain my speech
I'll not believe it. To grosser issues, nor to larger reach,
How now, my dear Othello?
Your dinner, and the generous islanders
By you invited, do attend your presence.
Oih. I am to blame. My speech should fall into such vile success
Des. Why is your speech so faint ? are you not As my thoughts aim not at. Cassio's my worthy well? friend
Oth. I have a pain upon my forehead here. My lord, I see you are mov'd :
Des. Faith, that's with watching; 'twill away again : Oth,
No, not much mor'd :- Let ine but bind it hard, wittain this hour I do not think but Desdemona's honest.
It will be well.
Oth. Your napkin is too little;
Iago. I am soity to hear this. (He puts the handkerchief from him, and it drops. Oih. I had been happy, if the general cane Let it alone. Come, I'll go in with you.
Pioneers and all, had tasted her sweet body, Des. I am very sorry that you are not well. So I had nothing known: O now, forever,
[Excunt Othello and Desdemona. Farewell the tranquil mind! Farewell content: Emil. I am glad I have found this napkin ; Farewell the plamed troop, and the big wars, This was her first remembrance from the Moor: That make ambition ritue! O, farewell! My wayward husband hath a hundred times
Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trnap, Woo'd me to steal it: but she so loves the token, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, (For he conjur'd her, she should ever keep it,) The royal banner; and all quality, That she reserves it evermore about her,
pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! To kiss, and talk to. I'll have the work ta'en out, And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats And give it Iago !
The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, What he'll do with it, heaven knows, not I;
Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone! I nothing, but to please his fantasy.
lago. Is it possible?-My lord,Enter lago.
Oth. Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore Tago. How now! what do you here alone?
Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof ; Emil. Do not you chide; I have a thing for you.
[Taking him by the three Iago. A thing for me ?-It is a common thing.
Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul, Emil. Ha !
Thou hadst been better have been born a dog, lago. To have a foolish wife,
Than answer my wakd wrath. Emil. O, is that all? what will you give me now
Is it come to this?
oth. Make me to see it; or (at the least) so prove For that same handkerchief? Iago.
That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop, Emil, What bandkerchief?
To hang a doubt on : or, woe upon thy life! Why, that the Moor first gave to Desdemona ;
lago. My noble lord,
That which so often you did bid me steal.
Oth. If thou dost slander her, and torture me, lago. Hast stolen it from her?
Never pray more : abandon all remorse; Emil. No, faith ; she let it drop by negligence;
On horror's head horrors accumulate: And, to the advantage, 1, being here, took't up.
Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz'd,
For nothing canst thou to damnation add, Look, here it is. lago. A good wench; give it me.
Greater than that. Emil. What will you do with it, that
lago. have been
Ograce! O bearen defend ne? you
Are you a nan? have you a soul, or sense? so earnest To have me filch it.
God be wi' you ; take mine office.-0 wriched fast Jago. Why, what's that to you? [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, O werden Give it me again : Poor lady! she'll run irrad,
To be direct and honest, is not safe.When she shall lack it.
I thank you for this profit: and, from henkee, lago. Be not you known oft: I have use for it. I'll love no friend, since love breeds such off.no Go, leave me.
(Exit Emiña. Oth. Nay, siay: - Thou should'st be honest. I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin,
lago, I should be vise ; for honesty's a fool, And let him find it: Trifles, liglit as air,
And loses that it works for.
Oih. 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 not i The Moor already changes with my poison :
I drink that thou art just, and think thou art muti 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 kuires 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!
lago. I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion? 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.
lago. And may: But, how? bow satisfied, may lal! Oth.
Ha! ha! false to me? Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on? To me?
Behold her tupp'd ? Jago. Why, how now, gencral? no more of that. Oth,
Death and damnation! O! Oth. Avaunt! be gone! thou hast set me on the lago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think, rack:
To bring them to that prospect : Damn thew thich I swear, 'tis better to be much abus',
If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster, ! Than but to know'l a little.
More than their own! What then? how dien? lago.
How now, my lord ? What shall I say? Where's satisfaction? Oth. What sense had I of her stolen lours of lust? It is impossible, you should se this, I saw it not, thought it not, it harm'd not me: Were they as prime as goals, as hot as monkeys, I slept the next night well, was free and merry; As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as FTOSS I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips:
As ignorance made drunk. But yet, I say, He that is vobb’d, not wanting what is stolen, If imputation, and strong circumstances, Lont him not know it, and he's not robb’d at all. Which lead directly 19 the door of truth,
Will give you satisfaction, you may bave it.
And will upon the instant put thee to't:
Within these three days let me bear thee say,
That Cassio's not alive.
Ingo. My friend is dead ; 'tis done, at your request :
But, let her live.
Damn her, lewd minx! O, damn her!
Come, go with me apart; I will withdraw, -
To furnish me with some swift means of death
For the fair devil. Now art thou iny lieutenant.
lago. I am your own forever.
[Exeunt. One of this kind is Cassio :
SCENE 17.-The same. lo sleep I heard him say, -Sweet Desdemons,
Enter Desdemuna, Emilia,
Clown. I dare not say, lie lies any where.
Des. Why, man?
Des. Go to ; where lodges he?
Nay, this was but his dream. Clown. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you
Des. Cap any thing be inade of this ?
devise a lodging, and say-he lies here, or he lies there, Orh.
I'll tear her all to pieces. were to lie in my own thrual.
Clown. I will catechize the world for him; that is,
Oth. I gave ler such a one; 'twas my first gift. Des, Seek him, bid him come hither : tell him, I
Tago. I know not that: but such a handkerchief, have moved my lord in his behalf, and hope, all will (I am sure it was your wife's.) did I wday
be well. See Cassio wipe his beard with.
Clown. To do this, is within the compass of man's Oth.
If it be that,- wit; and therefore I will attempt the doing it. [Exir. lago. If it be that, or any that was hers,
Des. Where should I lose that handkerchiet, Emilia?
Emil. I know not, madan.
Full of cruzadoes. And, but my noble Moor
Is true of mind, and made of no such baseness
As jealous creatures are, it were enough
To put hira to ill thinking.
Is he not jealous :
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 ?
Oth. Well, my good lady :-[ Aside.] O, hardness to
How do you, Desdemona
Well, my good lord.
Oth. Give me your hand : This land is moist, my
Des. It yet has felt no age, nor known po sorrow.
A sequester fron, liberty, fasting and prayer,
Much castigation, exercise de vout:
For here's a young and sweating devil here,
That commonly rebels. 'Tis a goud band,
Des. You may, indecil, say 80 ;
Oih. A liberal band: The hearts of old, gave hands;
But our new heraldry is-hunds, not hearts.
Des. I cannot speak of this. Cuiue, now your promia
Oth, What promise, chuck?
And, lo, the happiness! go and importune la. Des. I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you. Des. How now, good Cassio? what's the news with
Oth. I have a salt and sullen rheum offends me; Lend me thy handkerchief.
Cas. Madam, my former suit : I do beseech Fou, Des. Here, my lord.
That, by your virtuous means, I may again Oth. That wlich I gave you,
Exist, and be a member of his love, Des.
I leave it not about me. Whom I, with all the duty of my heart, Oth. Not?
Eutirely honour ; I would not be delay'd : Des. No, indeed, my lord.
If my offence be of such mortal kind, Olle
That is a fault: That neither service past, nor present sorrow That handkerchief
Nor purposd merit in futurity, Did an Egyptian to my mother give ;
Can ransome me into his love again;
But to know so must be my benefit ;
To fortune's alms.
Alas! thrice-gentle Cassio, Should lold her luathly, and his spirits should hunt My advocation is not now in tune ; After new fancies: She, dying, gave it me;
My lord is not my lord ; por should I know kim, And bid me, when my fate would have mę wive, Were he in favour, as in humour, alter'd. To give it her. I did so : and take heed of', So help me, every spirit sanctified, Make it a darling like your precious eye;
As I have spoken for you all my best ; To lose or give't away, were such perdition,
And stood within the blank of his displeasure, As nothing else could match.
For my free speech! You must a while be patient : Des. Is it possible ?
What I can do, I will ; and more I will, Oth. 'Tis true: there's magic in the web of it: Thar for myself I dare : let that suffice you. A sibyl, that had number'd in the world
lago. Is my lord angry? The sun to make two hundred compasses,
He went hence but non, In her prophetic fury sw'd the work:
And, certainly, in strange unquietness. Tize worins were liallow'd that did breed the silk; lago. Can he be angry? I have seen the cannori, And it was died in mummy, which the skilful Whou it hath blown his ranks into the air, Conserv'd of maidens' hearts.
And, like the devil, from his very arm Des.
Indeed ! is't true? Puffd his own brother ;-Ard can he be angry? Otli, Most veritable; therefore look to't well.
Something of moment, then : I will go meet him; Des. Then would to heaven, that I had never seen it. There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry. [En7. Oil. Ila! wherefore?
Der. I proythee, do so.-Something. sure, of state, Des. Why do you speak so startingly and rash ?
Either from Venice; or some unhatch'd practice, Oik. Is't lost? is't goue ? speak, is it out of the way? Made demonstrable here in Cyprus to him, Des. Heaven bless us !
his clear spirit : and, in such cases, Oul. Say you?
Men's naturus wrangle with inferior things, Des. It is not lost ; But what an if it were ? ;
Though great ones are their object. 'Tis even i Otk. Ha !
For let our finger ache,
And it endues our other healthful members
Even to that sense of pain. Nay, we must think.
Nor of them look for such observances I pray, let Cassio be receivd again.
Ás fit the bridal.-Beshrew me much, Emilia, Oth, Fetch me that handkerchief: my mind misgives. I was (unhandsome warrior as I ain.) Des. Come, conie ;
Arraigning his unkindness with my soul ; Tou'll never meet a more sufficient man.
But now I find, I had suborn'd the witness, 0:ht. The handkerchief,
And he's indited falsely.
Emil. Pray heaven, it be state-matters, as you think ; Oth. The handkerchief,
And no conception, nor no jealous toy Des.
A man that, all his time, | Concerning you. Hath founded his good fortune on your lore;
Des. Alas, the day! I never gave him caus Shard dangers with you ;
Emil. But jealous souls will not be answerd so; The handkerchief,
They are not ever jealous for the cause, Des. In sooth,
But jealous for they are jealous : 'tis a monster, You are to blaine.
Begot upon itself, born on itself.
Des. Heaven keep that monster from Othello'smind!
Emil. Lady, ainen! Des. I ne'cr saw this before,
Des. I will go seek him.-Cassio, walk bereabwat: Sure, there's some wonder in this handkerchief:
If I do find him fit, l'il more your suit, I am most unhappy in the loss of it.
And seck to effect it to my uttermost. Emil. 'Tis not a year or two shows us a man:
Cas. I bumbly thank your ladyship. They are all but stomachs, and we all but food;
[Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia, They eat us hungerly, and when they are full,
Enler Bianca. They belch us. Look you! Cassio, and my husband. Bian. Save you, friend Cussio! Enter Iago and Cassio.
Cas. lago. There is no cther way; 'us she must do't; How is it with you, wy most fair Bianca ?
What make you from bote!