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Emil.

Look, where he comes. Oth. Fetch me that handkerchief: my mind Des. I will not leave him now, till Cassio

misgives.
Be callid to him.-How is't with you, my lord ? Des. Come, come ;

You'll never meet a more sufficient man.
Enter Othello.

Oth. The handkerchief,
Oth. Well, my good lady.- Aside.] 0, hard Des.

I pray, talk me of Cassia ness to dissemble !

Oth. The handkerchief, How do you, Desdemona ?

Des.

A man that, all his time, Des.

Well, my good lord. Hath founded his good fortune on your love; Oth. Give me your hand: This hand is moist Shar'd dangers with you; my lady.

Oth.

The handkerchief, Des. It yet has felt no age, nor known no sor Des. In sooth, row.

You are to blame. Oth. This argues fruitfulness, and liberal Oth

Away! [Erit Othella heart ;

Emil.

Is not this man jealous Hot, hot, and, moist ; This hand of yours requires Des. I ne'er saw this before. A sequester from liberty, fasting and prayer, Sure, there's some wonder in this handkerchief: Much castigation, exercise devout;

I am most unhappy in the loss of it. For here's a young and sweating devil here, Emil. "Tis not a year or two shows us a man: That commonly rebels. 'Tis a good hand, They are all but stomachs, and we all but tod; A frank one.

They cat us hungerly, and when they are full, Des. You may, indeed, say so;

They belch us. Look you! Cassio, and my hus For 'twas that hand thai gave away my heart. band. Oth. A liberal hand : The hearts of old, gave

Enter lago and Cassio. hands;

Iago. There's no other way ; 'tis she must dot; But our new heraldry is-hands, not hearts. And, lo, the happiness! go, and importurie her Des. I cannot speak of this. Come now your Des. How now, good Cassio ? what's the news promise.

with you? Oth. What promise, chuck?

Cns. Madam, my former suit: I do beseech you, Des. I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with That, by your virinous means, I may again you.

Exist, and be a member of his love,
Oth. I have a salt and sullen rheum offends me; Whom I, with all the duty of my heart,
Lend me thy handkerchief.

Entirely honour; I would not be delay'd:
Des.

Here, my lord. If my offence be of such mortal kiud, Oth. That which I gave you.

That neither service past, nor present sorrow, Des.

I have it not about me. Nor purpos d merit in futurity,
Oth. Not ?

Can ransome me into his love again,
Des.
No, indeed, my lord.

But to know so must be my benefit;
Olh.

That is a fault: So shall I clothe me.n a forc'd content, That handkerchief

And shut myself up in some other course, Did an Egyptian to my mother give;

To fortune's alms She was a charmer, and could almost read Des.

Alas! thrice gentle Cassio, The thoughts of people : she told her, while she My advocation is not now in tune; kept it,

My lord is not my lord ; nor shonld I know him, "Twould make her amiable, and subdue my Were he in favour, as in hunour, alter'd. father

So help me, every spirit sanctified, Entirely to her love ; but if she lost it,

As I have spoken for you all my best ;. Or made a gift of it, my father's eye

And stood within the blank of his displeasure, Should hold her loatily, and his spirits should for my free speech! You must a while be patient hunt

What I can do, I will; and more I will, After new fancies: She, dying, gave it me: Than for myself 1 dare ; let that suffice you. And bid me, when my fate wonki have me wive, Iago. Is my lord angry? To give it her. I did so : and take heed of't, Emil.

He went hence but now, Make it a darling like your precious eye;

And, certainly, in strange unquietness. To lose or give't away, were such perdition, Tago. Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon, As nothing else could match.

When it bath own bis ranks into the air; Des

Is it possible? And, like the devil, from his very arm Oth. 'Tis true: there's magic in the web of it: Puff'd his own brother ; - And can he be angry 1 A sibyl, that had number'd in the world Something of moment, then: I will go meet him: The sun to make two hundred compasses,

There's matter in 't indeed, if he be angry. In her prophetick fury sew'd the work;

Des. I prythee, do so.-Something, sure, of The worms were hallow'd, that did breed the stale,

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Either from Venice; or some unhatch'd practice, And it was dyed in mummy, which the skilful Made demonstrable here in Cyprus to him,Conserv'd of maidens' hearts.

Hath paddled his clear spirit: and, in such cases, Des.

Indeed! is't true? Men's natures wrangle with inferior things, Oth. Most veritable; therefore look to't well. Though great ones are their object. 'Tis even so: Des. Then 'would to heaven, that I had never For let onr finger ache, and it indues seen it.

Our other healthful members ev'n to that sense Oth. Ha! wherefore ?

Of pain : Nay, we must think men are not gods; Des. Why do you speak so startingly and rash ? Nor of them look for such observances Oth. Is 't lost? is 't gone ? speak, is it out of the As fit the bridal.-Beshrew me much, Emilia, way?

I was (unhandsome warrior as I am.)
Des. Heaven bless us !

Arraigning his unkindness with my soul;
Othe
Say you?

But now I find, I had suborn'd the witness,
Des. It is not lost : But what an if it were? And he's indited falsely.
Oth. Ha!

Emil. Pray heaven, it be state matters, as you Des. I say it is not lost.

think ; Oth.

Fetch't, let me see it. And no conception, nor no jealous toy,
Des. Why, so I can, sir, but I will not now; Concerning you.
This is a trick, to put me from my suit;

Des. Alas, the day! I never gave him cause I pray, let Cassio be receiv'd aguin.

Emil. But jealous souls will not be answer'd 3o;

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They are not ever jealous for the cause,

She may, I think, bestow't on any man.
But jealous for they are jealous: 'lis a monster, Oth. She is protectress of her honour' too;
Begót upon itself, born on itself.

May she give that?
Des. Heaven keep that monster from Othello's Iago. Her honour is an essence that's not seen;
Emil. Lady, amen.

(inind! They have it very oft, that they have it not :
Des. I will go seek him.-Cassio, walk bere. But, for the handkerchiel,
about:

Oth. By heaven, I would most gladly have If I do find him fit, I'll move your suit,

forgot it :And seek to effect it to my ultermost.

Thon said'st,-0, it comes o'er my memory, Cas. I humbly thank your ladyship.

As doth the raven o'er the infected house,
(Exeuni Desdemona and Emilia. Boding to all, --- he had my handkerchiet.
Enter Bianca.

Iago. Ay, what of thai?
Oth.

That's not so good, now.
Bian. Save you, friend Cassio !

Iago. What, if I had said, I had seen him do
Cas.
What make you from home ?

you wrong ?
How is it with you, my most fair Bianca ?
l' faith, sweet love, I was coming to your house. Who, having, by their own importunate suit,

Or heard him say,--As knaves be such abroad,
Bian. And I was going to your lodging, Cassio. Or voluntary dotage of some mistress,
What! keep a week away ? seven days and Convinced or supplied them, cannot choose
nights?

But they must blat
Eight score eight hours ? and lovers' absent

Oth.

Hath he said any thing? hours,

lago. He hath, my lord; but be you well asMore tedious than the dial eight score times ?

sur'd,
O weary reckoning!

No more than he'll unswear.
Cas.
Pardon me, Bianca; Oth.

What hath he said ? I have this while with leaden thoughts been lago. 'Faith, that he did, -I know not what he press'd;

did,
But I shall, a more continuate time,

Oth. What? what?
Strike off this score of absence. Sweet Bianca,

Iago. Lie. -
Giving her Desdemona's Handkerchief Oih. With her?
Take me this work out.

Iago. With her, on her ; what you will.
o, Cassio, whence came this? Oth. Lie with her!-- lie on her !-We say, lie on
Bian.
This is some token from a newer friend.

her, when they belie her : Lie with her! that's To the felt absence now I feel a cause;

fulsome. - Handkerchief,-.confessions, --handIs it come to this? Well, well.

kerchief.-To confess and be hang'd for his laCas.

Go to! woman, bour.- First to he hanged, and then to confess : Throw your vile griesses in the devil's teeth,

-I tremble at it. Nature would not invest her. From whence you have them. You are jealous self in such shadowing passion, without some now,

instruction. That this is from some mistress, some remem- thus :-Pish!-Noses, ears, and lips : -Is it possi

It is not words, that shake me brance:

ble !--Confess! -Handkerchief !--O devil! No, in good troth, Bianca.

[Falls in a Trance. Bian.

Why, whose is it? Ingo. Work on, Cas. I know not, sweet : I found it in my My medicine, work! Thus credulous fools are chainber.

caught ; I like the work well ; ere it be demanded,

And many worthy and chaste dames, even thus, (As like enough, it will,) I'd have it copied : Take it, and do't; and leave me for this time.

All gwiitless meet reproach.-What, hol my

lord !
Bian. Leave you! wherefore ?

Enter Cassio.
Cas. I do attend here on the general;

My lord, I say! Othello !-How now, Cassio ?
And think it no addition, nor my wish,

Cas. What is the matter ?
To have hint see me woinan'd.

Tago. My lord is fallen into an epilepsy;
Bian.

Why, I pray you. This is his second fit; he had one yesterday.
Cas. Not that I love you not.

Cas. Rub him about the temples.
Bian.
But that you do not love me.
Iago.

No, forbear:
I pray you, bring me on the way a little ;

The lethargy must have his quiet course :
And say, if I shall see you soon at nig!ıt.
Cas. 'Tis but a little way, that I can bring you, Breaks out to savage madness. Look, he stirs :

If not, he foains at mouth; and, by and hy,
For I attend here: but I'll see you soon.
Bian. 'Tis very good ; I must be circumstanc'd. He will recover straight ; when he is gone,

Do you withdraw yourself a little while,

(Eseunt. I would on great occasion speak with you:ACT IV.

(Ezit Cassio. SCENE I. Before the Castle.

How is it,general? have you not hurt your head?

Oth. Dost thou mock me ?
Enter Othello and lago.

Iago.

1 mock you ! no, by heaven. Tago. Will you think so ?

'Would you would bear your fortunes like a man. Oh.

Think so, lago? Oth. A horned man's a monster, and a beast. Iago.

What, Iago. There's many a beast then in a populous To kiss in private ?

city, Oth.

An unanthoris'd kies. And many a civil monster.
lago. Or to be naked with her friend abed, Oth. Did he confess it?
An hour, or more, not meaning any harm? Iago.

Good sir, be a man;
Oth. Naked abed, lago, and not mean harm ? Think, every bearded fellow, that's but yok'd,
It is hypocrisy against the devil:

May draw with you; there's millions now alive,
They that mean virtuously, and yet do so, That nightly lie in those unproper beds,
The devil their virtue tempus, and they tempt which they dare swear peculiar; your case is
heaven.

better.
Iago. So they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip: O, 'tis the spite of hell, the fiend's arch moak,
But if I give my wife a handkerchief,

To lip a wanton in a secure couch,
Oth. What then?

And to suppose her chaste! No, let me know; lago. Why then 'tis hers, my lord ; and, being And, knowing what I am, I know what she hers,

shall be.

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Oth. (), thou art wise; 'uis certain.

Oth. Crying, dear Cassio! as it were : his lago. Śtand you a while apart; gesture imports it.

(Asida Confine yourself but in a patient list.

Cas. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me: Whilst you were here, ere while mad with your so hales, and pulls me; ha, ha, ha! grief

Oth. Now he tells, how she pluck'd him to (A passion most nnsuiting such a man), my chamber: 0, I see that nose of yours, bet Cassio came hither : 1 shifted him away,

not that dog I shall throw it to. | Aside And laid good 'scuse upon your ecstasy;

Cas. Well, I must leave her company. Bade him anon return, and here speak with me; Iago. Before me ! look where she comes The which he promis'd. Do bat encave yourself,

Enter Bianca.
And mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable

Cas. 'Tis such another fitchew! marry, a per
scorns,
That dwell in every region of his face ; fumed one. -What do you mean by this bauui.
For I will make him tell the tale ale'w,-

ing of me? Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when

Bian. Let the devil and his dam haunt you! He hath, and is again to cope your wife :

What did you mean by that same handkerchief I say, but mark his gesture." Marry, patience ; you gave ine even now! I was a fine fool to Or I shall say, you are all in all in spleen,

iake it. 1 must take ont the whole work!-A And nothing of a man.

likely piece of work, that you should find it in Oth.

Dost thou hear, Jago ? your chamber, and not know who left it there! I will be found most cunning in my patience;

This is some minx's token, and I must take out But (dost thou hear ?) most bloody.

the work! There,-give it your hobby-horse: Iago. That's not amiss; [Othello withdraws wheresoever you had it, I'll take ont no work on". But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw? Cas. How now, my sweet Bianca ? how aw?

how now? Now will l question Cassio ot Bianca, A housewife, that, by selling her desires,

Oth. By heaven, that should be my handker. Buys herself bread and clothes: it is a crcatnre,

chiet.

(Aside. That dotes on Cassio, -as 'tis the strumpet's

Bian. An you'll come to supper to-night, you plague,

may: an you will not, come when you are nert To beguile many, and be beguil'd by one; prepared for.

[Erit He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain

Iago. After her, after her.
From the excess of laughter!-Here he comes !- Ças. 'Faith, I must, she'll rail in the street else.

lago. Will you sup there?
Re-enter Cassio.

Cas. 'Faith, I intend so.
As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad; lago. Well, I may chance to see you ; for 1
And his unbookish jealousy must construe would very faiu speak with you.
Poor Cassio's smiles, gestures, and light be. Cas. Pr'y thee, come; Will you ?
haviour,

Iogo. Go to : say no more. [Erit Cassio
Quite in the wrong.--How do you now, liet Oth. How shall I murder him, lago?
tenant ?

lago. Did you perceive how he langhed at Cas. The worser, that you give me the addi. Oth. 0, lago!

(his vice? Whose want even kills me.

[tion, Iago. And did you see the handkerchief? lago. Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure

Oth. Was that mine? of

Iago. Yours, by this hand : and to see how Now, if this suit lay in Bianca's power, he prizes the foolish woman, your wise ! she

{$peaking lower. guve it him, he hath given it his whore. How quickly should you speed ?

Oth. I would have him nine years a killing : Cas.

Alas, poor caitiff! - A fine woman! a fair woman! a sweet woman! Oth. Look, how he laughs already! [Aside. Iago. Nay, you must forget that. lago. I never knew a woman love man so. Oth. Ay, let her rot, and perish, and be dangCas. Alas, poor rogue ! I think i' faith she ed to-night; for she shall not live: No, my heart loves me.

is turned of stone; I strike it, and it hurts my Oth. Now he denies it faintly, and laughs it hand. O, the world hath not a sweeter creaout.

Aside. Cure : she might lie by an emperor's side, and Iago. Do you hear, Cassio ?

command him tasks. Oth.

Now he importunes him. Iago. Nay, that's not your way.
To tell it o'er : Go to: well said, well said. Olh. Hang her! I do but say what she is :-

| Aside. So delicate with her needle i-An admirable Iago. She gives it out that you shall marry her: musician! O, she will sing the savageness out Do you intend it?

of a bear !-Of so high and plenteous wit and Cas. Ha, ha, ha!

invention Oih. Do you triumph, Roman ? do you tri lago. She's the worse for all this. umph ?

(Aside. Oth. 0, a thousand, a thousand times - And Cas. I marry her !- what ? custoiner! I then of so gentle a condition ! prythee, bear some charity to my wit ; do not lago. Ay, too gentle. ihink it so unwholesome. Ha, ha, ha!

Oth. Nay, that's certain : But yet the pity Oth. So, 60, so, so: They laugh that win. it, lago!--O, lago, the pity of it, Iago!

(Aside. Iago. If you are so fond over her iniquty, Iago. "Faith, the cry goes, that you shall marry give her patent to offend; for, if it touch Dol Cns, Prythee, say true.

her. you, it comes near nobods. Iago. I am a very villain else.

Oth. I will chop her into messes Cuckold me! Oth. Have you scored me? Well. (Aside. Iago. 0, 'tis foul in her. Cas. This is the monkey's own giving out : Oth. With mine officer ! she is persuaded I will marry her, out of her lago. That's fouler. own love and flattery, not out of my promise. Oih. Get me some poison, lago; this night : Oth. lago beckons me; now he begins the story. -I'll not expostulate with her, lest her body

(Aside. and beauty unprovide my mind again : this Cas. She was here even now : she haunts me night, lago. In every place. I was, the other day, talking lago. Do it not with poison, strangle her in on the seabank with certain Venetians; and her bed, even the bed she hath contaminated Chither comes this bauble; by this hand, she Oth. Good, good : the justice of it pleases; fulls thus about my neck;

very good.

censure.

my lord

lago. And, for Cassio, - let me be his under-Call--all-in-all sufficient !--This the noble nature taker : you shall hear more by midnight. Whom passion could not shake? whose solid

(A Trumpet within. virtue Oth. Excellent good. ---What trumpet is that the shot of accident, nor dart of chance, same ?

Could neither graze, nor pierce ? Iago. Something from Venice, sure. "Tis lago.

He is much chang'd. Lodovico,

Lod. Are his wits safe? is he not light of brain ? Come from the duke ; and, see, your wife is Iago. He is that he is; I may noi breathe my

with him. Enter Lodovico, Desdemona, and Attendants. What he might be, --if what he might, he is not,

I would to heaven he were. Lod. 'Save you, worthy general !

Lod.

What, strike his wife ! Oth.

With all my heart, sir. Lod. The duke and senators of Venice greet

lago, Faith, that was not so well; Yet, 'would

I know, you.

| Gives him a parket. That stroke would prove the worst. Oth. I kiss the instrument of their pleasures, Lod.

Is it his use? (Opens the packet and reade. Or did the letters work upon his blood, Des. And what's the news, good cousin Lo And new create this fault? dovico?

lago. Iago. I am very glad to see you, signior:

Alas, alas! Welcome to Cyprus.

It is not honesty in me to speak Lod. I thank you : How does lieutenant Cas. What I have seen and known. You shall oblago. Lives, sir.

(sio ? And his own courses will denote him so, Des. Cousin, there's fallen between him and That I may save my speech : Do but go after,

And mark how he continues, An unkind breach : but you shall make all well.

Lod. I am sorry, that I am deceiv'd in him. Oth. Are you sure of that?

[Ereunt. Des. My lord ? Oth. This fail you not to do, as you will,

SCENE II. A Room in the Castle. [Reads.

Enter Othello and Emilia. Lod. He did not call; he's busy in the paper.

Oth. You have seen nothing then ? Is there division 'twixt my lord and Cassio ?

Evil. Nor ever heard ; nor ever did suspect. Des. A most unhappy one; I would do much To atone them, for the love I bear lo Cassio.

Oth. Yet, you have seen Cassio and she to

gether Oth. Fire and brinstone !

Emil. But then I saw no harm : and then I Des. My lord ?

heard Oth.

Are you wise ? Each syllable that breath made up between Des. What, is he angry?

them. Lod.

May be, the letter mov'd him ;
For, as I think, they do command him home,

Oth. What, did they never whisper?
Emil.

Never, my lord. Deputing Cassio in his goverum ht.

Oth. Nor send you out o'the way ? Des. By my troth, I am glad on't.

Emil.

Never. Oth.

Indeed.

Oth. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, Des,

My lord ? Oth. I am glad to see you mad.

nor nothing? Des.

How, sweet Othello ?

Emil. Never, my lord.
Oth,

That's strange.
Oth. Devil!

[Striking her.

Emil. I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest, Des.

I have not deserv'd this. Lod. My lord, this would not be believed in Remove your thought; it doth abuse your

Lay down my soul at stake: if you think other, Venice,

boson. Though I should swear I saw it; ”Tis very If any wretch hath put this in your head,

much ; Make her amends, she weeps.

Let heaven reqnite it with the serpent's curse ! Oih.

For, if she be 10d honest, chaste, and true,

O devil, devil!
If that the earth could teem wi h woman's tears, is foul as slander.

There's no man happy; the purest of their wives Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile ; Oth.

Bid her come hither :-90.Out of my sight!

[Erit Emilia. Des. I will not stay to offend you. [Going. She says enongh :-yet she's a simple bawd,

Lod. Truly, an obedient lady :-
I do beseech your lordship call her back.

That cannot say as much. This is a subtle Oth. Mistress,

whore,

A closet-lock-and-key of villanons secrets: Des.

My lord ? Oth What would you with her, sir ? And yet she'll kneel, and pray: I have seen

her do'. Lod. Who, I, my lord ? Olh. Ay; you did wish, that I would make Re-enter Emilia, with Desdemona. her turn;

Des. My lord, what is your will ? Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on, Oth.

'Pray, chuck, come hither. And turn again; and she can weep, sir, weep; Des. What is your pleasure ? And she's obedient, as you say,--obedient, Oth.

Let me see your eyes; Very obedient :--Proceed you in your tears. - Look in ny face. Concerning this, sir, -- well painted passion! Des.

What horrible fancy's this? I am commanded home :-Get you away; Oth. Some of your function, mistress; l'll send for you anon. --Sir, I obey the mandate,

[ To Emilia And will return to Venice ;-Hence, avaunt! Leave procreants alone, and shut the door:

[Exit Desdemona. Cough, or cry-hem, if any body come: Cassio shall have my place. And, -sir,-10- Your mystery, your mystery ;-nay, despatch. night,

[Erit Emilia. I do entreat that we may sup together.

Des. Upon my knees, what doth your speech You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus.--Goats and iniport? monkeys!

[Erit. I understand a fury in your worils, Lod. Is this the noble Moor whom our full But not the words. senate

| Oth. Why, what art thou ?

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Des.

Your wife, my lord ; your true Des. 'Faith, half asleep. And loyal wife.

Emil. Good madam, what's the matter with Oth

Come, swear it, damn thyself: my lord ? Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils them- Des. With who? selves

Emil

Why, with my lord, madam. Should fear to seize thee : therefore be double Des. Who is thy lord ? damn'd,

Emil.

He that is yours, sweet lady. Swear-thou art honest.

Des. I have none: Do not talk to me, Emilia;
Des.

Heaven doth truly know it. I cannot weep; nor answer I have none,
Oth. Heaven truly knows, that thou art false But what should go by water. 'Pr'ythee, to night

Lay on my bed my wedding sheets, -reineenber;-
Des. To whom, my lord ? with whom? How And call ihy husband hither.
am I false?

Emil. Here is a change, indeed! [Erit
Oth. O Desdemona!-away! away! away! Des. 'Tis meet I should be us'd so, very ineel
Des. Alas, the heavy day!Why do you weep? How have 1 been behay'd, that he mighi stick
Am I the occasion of these tears, iny lord ? The small'st opinion on my great'st abuse ?
If, haply, you my father do suspect,

Re-enter Emilia, with lago.
Au instrument of this your calling back,
Lay not your blame on me; if you have lost him, lago. What is your pleasure, madam ! How is
Why, I have lost him too.

it with you?
Oth.
Had it pleas'd heaven

Des. I cannot tell. Those, that do teach young
To try me with affliction; had he rain'd
All kinds of sores, and shames, on my bare head; Do it with gentle means, and easy tasks:
Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips;

He might have chid me so ; for, in good faith,
Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes; I am a child to chiding:
I should have found in some part of my soul Iago.

What's the matter, lady?
A drop of patience; but (alas !) to make me Emil. Alas, Jago, my lori hath so bewhord her,
A fixed figure, for the time of scorn

Thrown such despite and heavy terms upon her, To point his slow unmoving finger at,

As true hearts cannot bear. (!0!

Des Am I that name, Iago ? Yet conld I bear that too; well, very well : Ingo.

Wha name, fair lady 1 But there, where I have garner'd up my heart; Des. Such as, she says, my lord did say I was Where either I must live or bear no life;

Emil. He call'd her, whore ; a beggar, in hia The fountain from the which my clirrent runs,

drink, Or else dries up; to be discarded thence ! Could not have laid such terms upon his callet Or keep it as a cistern, for foul toads

Iago. Why did he so ? To knot and gender in l-turn thy complexion Des. I do not know: I am sure, I am none such. there !

lago. Do not weep, do not weep; Alas, the day! Patience, thou yonng and rose-lipp'd cherubim ; Emil. Has she forsook so many noble matches, Ay, there, look grim as hell !

Her father, and her country, and her friends,
Des. I hope, my noble lord esteems me honest. To be called-whore? would it not make one
Oth. 0, ay; as summer flies are in the shambles, weep?
That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed, Des. It is my wretched fortune.
Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet, Iago.

Beshrew him for it!
That the sense aches at thee.-'Would, thou How comes this trick upon him ?
had'st ne'er been born!

Des.

Nay, heaven doth know. Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed? Emil. I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain, Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodiy book, Some busy and insinuating rogue, Made to write whore upon ? What committed! Some cogging cozening slave, to get some office, Committed !- thou public commoner!

Have not devis'd this slander ; I'll be hang'd else. I should make very forges of my cheeks,

Iago. Fie, there is no such man ; it is in pos 'That would to cinders burn up modesty,

sible. Did I but speak thy deeds.-What committed ? Des. If any such there be, heaven pardon him! Heaven stops the nose at it, and the moon winks; Emil. A halter pardon him ! and hell gnaw The bawdy wind, that kisses all it meets,

his bones! Is hush'd within the hollow mine of earth, Why should he call her, whore ? who keeps her And will not hear it! What committed !

company? Impudent strumpet !

What place? what time? what form ? what Des. By heaven, you do me

wrong.

likelihood! Oth. Are not you a strumpet ?

The Moor's abns'd by some most villanonsknave, Des.

No, as I am a Christian : Some base notorious knave, some seurvy fellow If preserve this vessel for my lord,

0, heaven, that such companions thou'dst unfold; From any other foul unlawful touch,

And put in every honest hand a whip, Be--not to be a strumpet, I am none.

To lash the rascal naked through the world,
Oth. What, not a whore ?

Even froni the east to the west !
Der.
No, as I shall be saved. Iago.

Speak within door. Oth. Is it possible ?

Emil. O, fie upon him ! some such squire he was Des. 0, heaven forgive us !

That turn'd your wit lhe seamy side without,
Oth.

I cry you mercy, then ; And made yon to suspect me with the Moor.
I took you for that cunning whore of Venice, Ingo. You are a fool; go to.
That married with Othello.-You, mistress, Des.

O good lago,
What shall I do to win my lord again?
Re-enter Emilia.

Good friend, go to him; for, by this light of That have the office opposite to Saint Peter,

heaven, And keep the gate of hell ; You! yon! ay, yon ! I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel :We have done our course; there's money for If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love, your pains;

Either in discourse of thought, or aernal deed; I pray you, turn the key, and keep our counsel. Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense,

[Erit Delighted them in any other form ; Emil. Alas, what does this gentleman con. Or that I do not yet, and ever did, ceive

And ever will,-thongh he do shake me off How do you,madam? how do you, my good lady? To beggarly divorcement,-love him dearly,

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