Joint between you and her husband, entreat her Something that's brief; and bid--good morrow, to splinter; and, my fortunes against any lay worth naming, this crack of your love shall grow stronger than it was before."
Cas. You advise me well.
Iago. I protest, in the sincerity of love, and
Cas. I think it freely; and, betimes in the) morning, I will beseech the virtuous Desdemona to undertake for me: I am desperate of my fortunes, if they check me here.
Iago. You are in the right. Good night, lieutenant; I must to the watch.
Cus. Good night, honest Iago.
[Exit Cas. lago. And what's he then, that says,-1 play
When this advice is free, I give, and honest,
Probal to thinking, and (indeed) the course
To win the Moor again? For 'tis most easy
The inclining Desdemona to subdue
In any honest suit! she's fram'd and fruitful
As the free elements. And then for her
Clo. Why, masters, have your instruments been at Naples, that they speak i' the nose thus 7 1 Mus. How, sir, how!
Clo. Are these, 1 pray you, called wind instruments? 1 Mus. Ay, marry, are they, sir. Clo. O, thereby hangs a tail.
1 Mus. Whereby hangs a tale, sir? Clo. Marry, sir, by many a wind instrument that I know. But masters, here's money for you; and the general so likes your musick, that he desires you, of all loves, to make no more noise with it.
1 Mus. Well, sir, we will not.
Clo. If you have any musick that may not be heard, to't again: but, as they say, to hear musick, the general does not greatly care.
1 Mus. We have none such, sir.
I'll away: Go; vanish into air; away.
[Exeunt Musicians. Cas. Dost thou hear, my honest friend? Clo. No, I hear not your honest friend; I hear you.
Cas. Pr'ythee keep up thy quillets. There's a poor piece of gold for thee: if the gentlewoman that attends the general's wife be stirring, tell her, there's one Cassio entreats her a little favour of speech: Wilt thou do this?
To win the Moor, were't to renounce his bap-Clo. Then put up your pipes in your bag, for
All seals and symbols of redeemed sin,- [tism,
His soul is so enfetter'd to her love,
That she may make, unmake, do what she list,
Even as her appetite shall play the god
With his weak function. How am I then a vil-
To counsel Cassio to this parallel course,
Directly to his good? Divinity of hell!
When devils will their blackest sins put on,
They do suggest at first with heavenly shows,
As I do now: For while this honest fool
Plies Desdemona to repair his fortunes,
And she for him pleads strongly to the Moor,
I'll pour this pestilence into his ear,-
That she repeals him for her body's lust;
And, by how much she strives to do him good,
She shall undo her credit with the Moor.
So will I turn her virtue into pitch;
And out of her own goodness make the net,
That shall enmesh them all.-How now, Rode-1s, that she will to virtuous Desdemona
rigo?
Rod. I do follow here in the chase, not like a hound that hunts, but one that fills up the cry. My money is almost spent; I have been to-night exceedingly well cudgelled; and, I think, the issue will be--I shall have so much experience for my pains: and so, with no money at all, and a little more wit, return to Venice.
Iago. How poor are they, that have not patience!
What wound did ever heal, but by degrees? Thou know'st we work by wit, and not by witchcraft?
And wit depends on dilatory time.
Does't not go well? Cassio hath beaten thee,
And thou, by that small hurt, hath cashier'd
Cassio;
Though other things grow fair against the sun,
Yet fruits, that blossom first, will first be ripe:
Content thyself awhile.--By the mass, 'tis morn-
ing;
[short.
Pleasure, and action, make the hours seem
Retire thee; go where thou art billeted:
Away, I say; thou shalt know more hereafter:
Nay, get thee gone. [Exit Rod.] Two things
are to be done.-
My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress;
I'll set her on;
Myself, the while, to draw the Moor apart,
And bring him jump when he may Cassio find
Soliciting his wife; Ay, that's the way;
Dull not device by coldness and delay.
SCENE I. Before the Castle.
Enter Cassio and some Musicians.
Cas Masters, play here, I will content your pains,
Clo. She is stirring, sir; if she will stir hither,
I shall seem to notify unto her.
[Exit
Enter lago.
Cas. Do, good my friend.-In happy time, Iago.
lago. You have not been abed then?
Cas. Why, no; the day had broke
Before we parted. I have made bold, Iago,
To send into your wife: My suit to her
Procure me some access.
And I'll devise a mean to draw the Moor
Ingo.
I'll send her to you presently;
Out of the way, that your converse and business
May be more free.
[Exit
A Florentine more kind and honest.
Cas. I humbly thank you for't. I never knew
Enter Emilia.
Emil. Good morrow, good lieutenant: I am
For your displeasure; but all will soon be well.
The general, and his wife, are talking of it;
And she speaks for you stoutly: The Moor re-
plies,
That he, you hurt, is of great fame in Cyprus,
And great affinity; and that, in wholesome wis.
dom,
He might not but refuse you: but, he protests,
he loves you:
And needs no other suitor, but his likings,
To take the saf'st occasion by the front,
To bring you in again.
Yet, 1 beseech you,-
If you think fit, or that it may be done,
Give me advantage of some brief discourse
With Desdemona alone.
Emil.
'Pray you, come in;
I will bestow you where you shall have time
To speak your bosom freely.
Cas.
I am much bound to you.
[Exeunt
SCENE II. A Room in the Castle. Enter Othello, Iago, and Gentlemen. Oth. These letters give, Iago, to the pilot; And, by him, do my duties to the state: That done, I will be walking on the works, Repair there to me.
Well, my good lord, I'll do't. Des. Shall't be to-night at supper 7 Oth. This fortification, gentlemen,--shall we see't?
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[Cassio,
Des. O, that's an honest fellow.-Do not doubt,
But I will have my lord and you again
As friendly as you were.
Cas.
Bonnteous madam,
Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio,
He's never any thing but your true servant.
Des. O, sir, I thank you: You do love my lord,
You have known him long; and be you well
assur'd,
He shall in strangeness stand no further off
Than in a politick distance.
Cas.
Ay, but, lady,
That policy may either last so long,
Or feed upon such nice and waterish diet,
Or breed itself so out of circumstance,
That, I being absent, and my place supplied,
My general will forget my love and service.
Des. Do not doubt that; before Emilia here,
I give thee warrant of thy piace: assure thee,
If I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it
To the last article: my lord shall never rest;
I'll watch him tame, and talk him out of pa-
tience;
His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift; I'll intermingle every thing he does
With Cassio's suit: Therefore be merry, Cassio; For thy solicitor shall rather die,
Than give thy cause away.
Enter Othello, and lago, at a distance. Emil. Madam, here comes Cas. Madam, 'll take my leave. Des.
Oth. What dost thou say? Iago. Nothing, my lord: or if I know not what.
Oth. Was not that Cassio, parted from my wife? Iago. Cassio, my lord ? No, sure, I cannot think it,
That he would steal away so guilty-like,
Seeing you coming.
I do believe 'twas he,
Des. How now, my lord ?
I have been talking with a suitor here,
A man that languishes in your displeasure.
Oth. Who is't you mean?
Des. Why, your lieutenant Cassio. Good my lord,
If I have any grace or power to move you,
His present reconciliation take;
For, if he be not one that truly loves you,
That errs in ignorance, and not in cunning,
I have no judgment in an honest face:
I pr'ythee call him back.
Din.
Went he hence now?
Des. Ay, sooth; so humbled,
That he hath left part of his grief with me;
I suffer with him. Good love, call him back.
Oth. Not now, sweet Desdemona; some other
Des. But shall't be shortly? Oth
Des. To-morrow dinner then? Oth.
No, not to-night
I shall not dine at home;
I meet the captains at the citadel.
Des. Why then, to-morrow night; or Tuesday
Or Tuesday noon, or night; or Wednesday
pray thee, name the time; but let it not Exceed three days: in faith, he's penitent; And yet his trespass, in our common reason (Save that, they say, the wars must make examples
Out of their best,) is not almost a fault
To incur a private check: When shall he come?
Tell me, Othello. I wonder in my soul,
What you could ask me, that I should deny,
Or stand so mammering on. What! Michael
Cassio,
That came a wooing with you; and many a time,
When I have spoke of you dispraisingly,
Hath ta'en your part; to have so much to do
To bring him in ! Trust me, I could do much.-
Oth. 'Pry'thee, no more let him come when
he will;
I will deny thee nothing
Des.
Why, this is not a boon:
'Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves,
Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm;
Or sue to you to do peculiar profit
To your own person: Nay, when I have a suit,
Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed,
It shall be full of poize and difficulty,
And fearful to be granted.
Oth.
I will deny thee nothing:
Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this,
To leave me but a little to myself.
Des. Shall I deny you? no: Farewell, my lord
Oth. Farewell, my Desdemona: I will come to
thee straight.
Des. Emilia, come :-Be it as your fancies teach you;
Whate'er you be, I am obedient.
[Exit with Emilia. Oth. Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again. Iago. My noble lord.
Oth What dost thou say, lago? Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my lady, Know of your love?
Oth. He did, from first to last: Why dost thou ask?
Iago. But for a satisfaction of my thought; No further harm.
Why of thy thought, lago Iago. I did not think he had been acquainted with her.
Oth. O, yes; and went between us very oft
Iago. Indeed?
Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed :-Discern'st thes aught in that?
I heard thee say but now,-Thou lik'dst not that.
When Cassio left my wife; What didst not like?
And, when I told thee-he was of my connsel
In my whole course of wooing, thou cry'ds,
Indeed!
And didst contract and purse thy brow together,
The sooner, sweet, for you. As if thou then had'st shut up in thy brain
Some horrible conceit: If thou dost love me,
Show me thy thought.
Jago. My lord, you know I love you.
Oth.
I think, thou dost: And, for I know thou art full of love and honesty,
And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'st them breath,
Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more:
For such things, in a false disloyal knave,
Are tricks of custom; but, in a man that's just,
They are close denotements, working from the
heart,
That passion cannot rule.
Ingo.
For Michael Cassio,-
I dare be sworn, I think that he is honest.
Oth. I think so too.
Iago.
Men should be what they seem;
Or, those that be not, 'would they might seem
Oth. Certain, men should be what they seem. Iago. Why then, I think Cassio's an honest man. Oth. Nay, yet there's more in this:
I pray thee, speak to me as to thy thinkings,
As thou dost ruminate; and give thy worst of
thoughts
The worst of words.
Iago.
Good my lord, pardon me;
Though I am bound to every act of duty,
I am not bound to that ali slaves are free to.
Utter my thoughts? Why, say, they are vile and
false,-
As where's that palace, whereinto foul things
Sometimes intrude not ? who has a breast so pure,
But some uncleanly apprehensions
Keep leets, and law-days, and in session sit
With meditations lawful?
Oth. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago, If thou but think'st him wrong'd, and mak'st his ear
A stranger to thy thoughts.
Iago.
I do beseech you,
Though I, perchance, am vicious in my guess,
As, I confess, it is my nature's plague
To spy into abuses: and, oft, my jealousy
Shapes faults that are not,-1 entreat you. hen,
From one that so imperfectly conjects,
You'd take no notice; nor build yourself a
trouble
Out of his scattering and unsure observance :
It were not for your quiet, nor your good,
Nor for my manhood, honesty, or wisdom,
To let you know my thoughts.
Oth.
What dost thou mean?
Iago. Good name, in man, and woman, dear
my lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis some-
thing, nothing;
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thou
But he that filches from me my good name,
Robs me of that, which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.
Oth. By heaven, I'll know thy thought.
Iago. You cannot,if my heart were in your hand;
Nor shall not, whilst 'tis in my custody.
Oth. Ha!
Iago. O, beware, my lord, of jealousy?
It is the green ey'd monster, which doth make
The meat it feeds on: That cuckold lives in bliss,
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;
But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er,"
Who dotes, yet doubts; suspects, yet strongly
Oth. O misery!
[loves!
Iago. Poor, and content, is rich, and rich
enough;
But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter,
To him that ever fears he shall be poor :-
Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend
From jealousy!
Think'st thou, I'd make a life of jealonsy,
To follow still the changes of the moon
With fresh suspicions? No: to be once in doubt-
Is-once to be resolved: Exchange me for a goat,
When I shall turn the business of my soul
To such exsufficate and blown surmises,
Matching thy inference. 'Tis not to make me
jealous,
To say-my wife is fair, feeds well, loves com. pany,
Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well;
Where virtue is, these are more virtuous:
Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw
The smallest fear, or doubt of her revolt;
For she had eyes, and chose me: No, Iago;
I'll see, before I doubt; when I doubt, prove;
And, on the proof, there is no more but this,-
Away at once with love, or jealousy.
Iago. I am glad of this, for now I shall have
To show the love and duty that I bear you
With franker spirit: therefore, as I am bound,
Receive it from me :-I speak not yet of proof.
Look to your wife; observe her well with Cassio;
Wear your eye-thus, not jealous, nor secure.
I would not have your free and noble nature,
Out of self-bounty, be abus'd; look to't:
I know our country disposition well;
In Venice they do let heaven see the pranks
They dare not show their husbands; their best
conscience
Is-not to leave undone, but keep unknown.
Oth. Dost thou say so?
Iago She did deceive her father, marrying you;
And, when she seem'd to shake, and fear your
looks,
She lov'd them most.
Why, go to, then; She that, so young, could give out such a seem ing,
To seal her father's eyes up, close as oak,--
He thought, 'twas witchcraft:-But I am much
to blame;
I humbly do beseech you of your pardon,
For too much loving you bound to thee for ever.
Iago. I see, this hath a little dash'd your spirits.
Oth. Not a jot, not a jot
Iago.
Trust me, I fear it has.
I hope, you will consider, what is spoke
Comes from my love;-But, I do see you are
Lugo. My lord, I take my leave.
Emil. What handkerchief?
Why, that the Moor first gave to Desdemona;
That which so often you did bid me steal.
Iago. Hast stolen it from her?
[Going. Oth. Why did I marry ?-This honest creature, doubtless,
Sees and knows more,much more than he unfolds.
Iago. My lord, I would, I might entreat your
To scan this thing no further; leave it to time:
And though it be fit that Cassio have his place
(For, sure, he fills it up with great ability,)
Yet, if you please to hold him off a while,"
You shall by that perceive him and his means:
Note, if your lady strain his entertainment
With any strong or vehement importunity;
Much will be seen in that. In the mean time,
Let me be thought too busy in my fears
(As worthy cause I have to fear-I am)
And hold her free, I do beseech your honour.
Oth. Fear not my government.
Iago. I once more take my leave.
Oth. This fellow's of exceeding honesty,
And knows all qualities, with a learned spirit,
Of human dealings: If I do prove her haggard,
Though that her jesses were my dear heart-
strings,
I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind,
To prey at fortune. Haply, for I am black;
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 ;-
She's gone; I am abus'd; and my relief
Must be to loathe her. O curse of marriage,
That we can call these delicate creatures ours,
And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad
And live upon the vapour of a dungeon,
Than keep a corner in the thing I love,
For others' uses. Yet, 'tis the plague of great
Prerogativ'd are they less than the base;
"Tis destiny unshunnable, like death;
Even then this forked plague is fated to us,
When we do quicken. Desdemona comes:
Enter Desdemona and Emilia.
If she be false, O, then heaven mocks itself!-
I'll not believe it.
Des
How now, my dear Othello ?
Your dinner, and the generous islanders
By you invited, do attend your presence.
Oth. I am to blame.
Des. Why is your speech so faint 7 are you not
well?
Oth. I have a pain upon my forehead here.
Des. 'Faith, that's with watching; 'twill away
again:
Let me but bind it hard, within this hour
It will be well.
Your napkin is too little;
Emil. No, 'faith; she let it drop by negligence;
And to the advantage, I, being here, took it up
Look, here it is.
Iago.
A good wench; give it me.
Emil. What will you do with it, that you have
been so earnest
To have me filch it?
Iago.
Why, what's that to you?
[Snatching it
Emil. If it be not for some purpose of import,
Give it me again: Poor lady, she'll run mad,
When she shall lack it.
Iago. Be not you known of't; I have use for it.
Go, leave me.
(Erit.
I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin,
And let him find it: Trifles, light as air,
Are, to the jealous, confirmatious strong
As proofs of holy writ. This may do something.
The Moor already changes with my poison:
Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons,
Which, at the first, are scarce found to distaste;
But, with a little act upon the blood,
Burn like the mines of sulphur.-I did say so:
Enter Othello.
Look, where he comes! Not poppy, nor man-
dragora,
Nor all the drowsy sirups of the world,
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Iago. Why, how now, general? no more of that
Oth. Avaunt! be gone! thou hast set me on the
I swear, 'tis better to be much abus'd,
Than but to know a little.
How now, my lord?
Oth. What sense had I of her stolen hours of lust?
I saw it not, thought it not, it harm'd not me:
I slept the next night well, was free and merry;
I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips:
He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen,
Let him not know it, and he's not robb'd at all.
Iago. I am sorry to hear this.
Oth. I had been happy, if the general camp,
Pioneers and all, had tasted her sweet body,
So I had nothing known: O now, for ever,
Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!
Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars,
That make ambition virue! O, farewell!
Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing file,
[He puts the Handkerchief from him, and The royal banner; and all quality,
Let it alone. Come, I'll go in with you.
Des. I am very sorry that you are not well.
[Exeunt Othello and Desdemona.
Emil. I am glad I have found this napkin;
This was her first remembrance from the Moor:
My wayward husband hath a hundred times
Woo'd me to steal it: but she so loves the token
(For he conjur'd her, she would ever keep it,)
That she reserved it ever more about her,
To kiss and talk to. I'll have the work ta'en out,
And give 't lago;
What he'll do with it, heaven knows, not I;
I nothing, but to please his fantasy.
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Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious way!
And, O, you mortal engines, whose rude treats
The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit,
Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone!
Iago. Is it possible !-my lord,
Oth. Villain, be sure thou prove my love a
whore ;
Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof;
[Taking him by the Throat
Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul,
Thou hadst been better have been born a dog,
Than answer my wak'd wrath.
Ingo.
Is it come to this?
Oth. Make me to see it; or (at the least) se
prove it,
That the probation hear no hinge, nor loop,
To hang a doubt on: or, wo upon thy life!
Iago. My noble lord,-
Oth. If thou dost slander her, and torture me,
Never pray more: abandon all remorse;
On horror's head horrors accumulate:
Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amar'd,
For nothing canst thou to damnation add,
Greater than that.
Iago.
O grace! O heaven, defend 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!
All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven:
'Tis gone.-
Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell!
Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne,
To tyrannous hate! swell bosom, with thy
O monstrous world! Take note, take note, O For 'tis of aspicks' tongues!
Iago. Pray, be content.
Oth.
To be direct and honest, is not safe.
I thank you for this profit; and, from hence,
I'll love no friend, since love breeds such offence.
Oth. Nay, stay:-Thou should'st be honest.
Iago. I should be wise; for honesty's a fool,
And loses that it works for.
I think my wite be honest, and think she is not;
I think that thou art just, and think thou art not;
I'll have some proof: Her name, that was as fresh
As Dian's visage, is now begrim'd and black
As mine own face.-If there be cords, or knives,
Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams,
I'll not endure it.-'Would I were satisfied!
Iago. I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion:
I do repent me, that I put it to you.
You would be satisfied?
Oth.
Would? nay, I will. Iago. And may: but how ? how satisfied, my lord ?
Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on '}
Behold her tupp'd?
Oth.
Death and damnation! O!
Iago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think,
To bring them to that prospect: Damn them then,
If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster,
More than their own! What then? how then?
What shall I say? Where's satisfaction?
It is impossible yon should see this,
Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys,
As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross
As ignorance made drunk. But yet, I say,
If inputation, and strong circumstances,-
Which lead directly to the door of truth,-
Will give you satisfaction, you may have it.
Oth. Give me a living reason she's disloyal.
Iago. I do not like the office:
But, sith I am enter'd in this cause so far,-
Prick'd to it by foolish honesty and love,-
I will go on. I lay with Cassio lately;
And, being troubled with a raging tooth,
I could not sleep,
There are a kind men so loose of soul,
That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs;
One of this kind is Cassio:
In sleep I heard him say,-Sweet Desdemona,
Let us be wary, let us hide our loves!
And then, sir, would he gripe and wring my hand,
Cry,-O, sweet creature! and then kiss me hard,
As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots,
That grew upon my lips: then laid his leg
Over my thigh, and sigh'd, and kiss'd; and then
Cried,-Cursed fate that gave thec to the Moor!
Oth. O monstrous! monstrous!
Iago.
Nay, this was but his dream.
Oth. But this denoted a foregone conclusion;
"Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream.
Iago. And this may help to thicken other proofs,
That do demonstrate thinly.
I'll tear her all to pieces. Iago. Nay, but be wise: yet we see nothing
She may be honest yet. Tell me but this,-
Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief,
Spotted with strawberries, in your wife's hand?
Oth. I gave her such a one; 'twas my first gift.
Iago. I know not that: but such a handkerchief
(I am sure it was your wife's,) did I to-day
See Cassio wipe his beard with.
If it be that,
Iago. If it be that, or any that was hers,
It speaks against her with the other proofs.
Oth. O, that the slave had forty thousand lives;
One is too poor, too weak for my revenge!
Now do I see 'tis true.-Look here, lago;
O, blood, lago, blood Iago. Patience, I say; your mind, perhaps, may change.
Oth. Never, Iago. Like to the Pontick sea,
Whose icy current and compulsive course
Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on
To the Propontick, and the Hellespont;
Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace,
Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love,
Till that a capable and wide revenge
Swallow them up.-Now by yond' inarble hea
In the due reverence of a sacred vow [Kneels.
here engage my words.
Do not rise yet.
Kneels.
Witness, you ever-burning lights above l
You elements that clip us round about!
Witness, that here lago 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 work soever.
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.
Iago. My friend is dead; 'tis done, at your re
Oth. 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 my lieutenant.
Iago. I am your own for ever. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV. The same.
Enter Desdemona, Emilia, and Clown.
Des. Do you know, sirrah, where lieutenant
Cassio lies?
Clo. I dare not say, he lies any where.
Des. Why, man?
Clo He's a soldier; and for me to say a soldier lies, is stabbing.
Des. Go to; Where lodges he?
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 my 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 in 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. Erit.
Des. Where should I lose that handkerchief,
Emilia ?
Emil. I know not, madam.
Des. Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse
Full of crusadoes. And, but my noble Moor
Is true of mind, and made of no such baseness
As jealous creatures are, it were enough
To put him to ill thinking.
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