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Were they as prime' as goats, as hot as monkeys, To the Propontic, and the Hellespont;
As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace,
As ignorance made drunk. But yet, I say, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love,
If imputation, and strong circumstances, 'Till that a capable and wide revenge
Which lead directly to the door of truth,- 5 Swallow them up.-Now, by yon marble heaven,
Will give you :atisfaction, you might have it. In the due reverence of a sacred vow [He kneels.

Oth. Give me a living ? reason that she's dis- I here engage my words.

lago. I do not like the office : [loyal. lago. Do not rise yet. [Iago kneels. But, sith I am enter'd in this cause so far, Witness, you ever-burning lights above! Prick'd to it by foolish honesty, and love, 10 You elements that clip us round about! I will go on. I lay with Cassio lately;

Witness, that here lago doth give up And, being troubled with a raging tooth, The execution of bis wit, hands, beart, I could not sleep.

To wrong'd Othello's service! Let him command, There are a kind of men so loose of soul,

And to obey shall be in me remorse,
That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs; 15 What bloody work soever'.
One of this kind is Cassio :

Oth. I greet thy love,

(teous, In sleep I heard him say, - Street Desdemona, Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounLet us be wary, let us hide our lores!

And will upon the instant put thee to't: And then, sir, would he gripe, and wring my hand; Within these three days let me hear thee say, Cry,-0 stueet crialure? and then kiss me hard, 20 That Cassio 's not alive.

[quest : As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots,

lugo). My friend is dead; 'tis done at your reThat grew upon my lips: then lay his leg But let her live. Over my thigh, and sigh, and kiss ; and then Oth. Damn her, lewd minx! 0, damn her! Cry,- Cursed fate ! that gave thee to the Moor! Come, go with me apart; I will withdraw, Oth. O monstrous! monstrous!

25 To furnish me with some swift means of death lago. Nay, this was but his dream.

For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant. Oin. But ihis denoted a foregonc conclusion”; Iago. I am your own for ever. [Excurt. 'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream. Iago. And this may help to thicken other proofs,

SCENE IV. That do demonstrate thinly:


Another Apartment in the Castle, Oth. I'll tear her all to pieces. lago. Nay, but be wise : yet we see nothing

Enter Desdemona, Æmilia, and Clown. done;

Des. Do you know, sirrah, where lieutenant She may be honest yet. Tell me but this -

Cassio lies? Have you not sometimes seen á landkerchief, 35 Clorun. I dare not say, he lies any where. Spotted with strawberries, in your wife's hand? Des. Why, man?

Oth. I gave her such a one; 'twas my first gift. Clown. He's a soldier; and for me to say a sol

lago. I know not that: but such a handkerchief klier lies, is stabbing. (I am sure, it was your wife's) did'I to-day Des. Go to; Where lodges he? See Cassio wipe his beard with.

40 Clown. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell Oth. If it be that,

you whare I lie. lago. If it be that, or any, if 'twas hers,

Des. Can any thing be made of this? It speaks against her, with the other proofs, Cloren. I know not where he lodges; and for

Oth. O, that the slave had forty thousand lives; me to devişe a lodging, and say-he lies here, or One is too poor, too weak for my revenge! 45 he lies there, were to lie in mine own throat. Now do I see 'tis true.-- Look here, lago; Des. Can you enquire him out? and be edify'd All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven: by report? 'sis gone:

Clozen. I will catechize the world for him; Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell! that is, make questions, and make them answer. Yield up, O love, thy crown, and hearted throne", 50 Des. Seek him, bid hinr come bither : tell him, Totyrannous bate! swell, bosom,with thyfraught", I have mov'd my lord in his behalf, and hope, all For 'tis for aspicks' tongues !

will be well. lago. Pray, Þe content.

Cloron. To do this is within the compass of man's Oth. O, blood, lago, blood ! [change. wit; and therefore I will attempt the doing of it. lago. Patience, I say; your mind, perhaps, may53

Erit, Oin. Never, lago: Like to the Pontic sea, Des. Where should I lose that handkerchief, Whose icy current and compulsive course

Emilia? Ne'er feels ret.ring ebb, but keeps due on

Æmil. I know not, madam. Prime is prompt, from the Celtic or British prim. Living for speaking, manifest. clusion, for fact, Hearted throne, is the heart on which thou wast enthroned.

i. e. suell, because the draught is of poison. 1. e. ample; capacious. ? Mr. Tollet explains this passage thus : !. Let hin command any bloody business, and to obey shall be in me an act of pity and com: passion for wrong'd Othelio.- Remorse frequently signifies pity, mercy, compassion, or a tendermess of heart, unattended with tl.e stings of a guilty conscience.





Des. Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse A sibyl, that had number'd in the world
Full of cruzadoes': And, but my noble Noor The sun to course 'two hundred compasses,
Is true of mind, and made of no such baseness In her prophetic fury sew'd the work:
As jealous creatures are, it were enough

The worms were hallow'd, that did breed the silk; To pat him to ill thinking.

5 And it was dy'd in mummy, which the skilful tmil. Is he not jealous?

Conserv'd of maidens' hearts. Des. Who, he? I think the sun, where he was Des. Indeed ! is it true? born,

Oih. Most veritable; therefore look to it well. Drew all such humours from him.

Des. Then 'would to heaven, that I had never Æmil. Look, where he comes.


scen it! Des. I will not leave him now, 'till Cassio be Oth. Ha! wherefore? Call’d to him.-How is it with you, my lord? Des, Why do you speak so startingly and * rash?

Oth. Is it lost: is it gone? speak, is it out of the Enter Othello. Oth. Well, my good lady:-[ Aside. ] O, hard-15 Des. Heaven bless us ! ness to dissemble!

Oth. Say you? How do you, Desdemona ?

Des. It is not lost; But what an if it were ? Des. Well, iny good lord.

Oth. Ha! Oth. Give me your hand: This hand is moist, Des. I say, it is not lost. my lady

(sorrow.20 Oth. Fetch it, let me see it. Des. It yet hath felt no age, nor known no Des. Why, so I can, sir, but I will not now:

Oth. This argues fruitfulness and liberal heart;-- This is a trick to put me from my suit; Hot, hot, and moist: This hand of yours requires I pray, let Cassio be receiv'd again. A sequester from liberty, fasting and prayer, Oth. Fetch me that handkerchief: my mind Much castigation, exercise devout;


For here's a young and sweating devil here, Des. Come, come;
That commonly rebels. 'Tis a good hand, You 'll never meet a more sufficient man.
A frank one.

Oth. The handkerchief,-
Des. You may, indeed, say so;

Des. I pray, talk me of Cassio.
For 'twas that hand that gave away my heart. 301 Oth. The handkerchief,-
Oth. A liberal hand: the hearts, of old, gave Des. A man that, all his time,

Hath founded his good fortunes on your love;
But our new heraldry is hands, not hearts. Shar'd dangers with you ;-
Des. I cannot speak of this. Come now, your Oth. The handkerchief.-

Des. In sooth you are to blame. Oil. What promise, chuck? [you. Oth. Away!

[Exit Othello. Des. I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with Amil. Is not this man jealous ?

Oth. I have a salt and sullen rheum offends Des. I ne'er saw this before. Lend me thy handkerchief.

(me; Sure there's some wonder in this handkerchief: Des. Here, my lord.

40 I am most unhappy in the loss of it. Oth. That which I gave you.

Æmil. 'Tis not a year or two shews us a map: Des. I have it not about me.

They are all but stomachs, and we all but food; Oth. Not?

They eat us hungerly, and, when they are full, Des. No, indeed, my lord.

They belch us. Look you! Cassio,and my husband. Oth. That is a fault: That handkerchief 45 Did on Ægyptian to my mother give:

Enter Iago, and Cassio. She was a charmer, and could almost read

lago. There is no other way; 'tis she must do't; The thoughts of people; she told her, while she And, lo, the happiness ! go, and importune her. kept it,

Des. How now, good Cassio? what's the news 'Twould make her amiable, and subdue my father 50

with you? Intirely to her love; but, if she lost it,

Cas. Madam, my formersuit: I do beseech you, Or made a gift of it, my father's eye

That, by your virtuous means, I may again Should hold her loathly, and his spirits should hunt Exist, and be a member of his love, After new fancies: She, dying, gave it me; Whom I, with all the duty of my heart, And bid me, when my fate would have me wive, 55 Intirely honour; I would not be delayed: To give it her. I did so: and take heed on 't, If my offence be of such mortal kind, Make it a darling like your precious eye;

That neither service past, nor present sorrows, To lose’t, or give't away, were such perdition, Nor purpos'd merit in futurity, As nothing else could match.

Can ransom me into his love again, Des. Is it possible?

160 But to know so must be by benefit; Oth. 'Tis true; there's magic in the web of it: So shall I clothe me in a forc'd content, | A Portugueze coin (so called from the cross stamped upon it), in value three shillings sterling. ? i. e, a rheum abstinately troublesome. 'i. e, number'd the sun's courses. I i. e. cehement, violent.


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And shut myself up in some other course,

Æmil. Lady, Amen.

[about: To fortune's alms.

Des. I will go seek him.-Cassio, walk hereDes. Alas! thrice-gentle Cassio,

If I do find him fit, I'll move your suit, My advocation is not now in tune;

And seek to effect it to my utterinost. Mylord is not my lord; nor should I know him, 5 Cas. I humbly thank your ladyship. Were he in favour", as in humour, alter’d.

[Exeuni Desdemona and Emiha. So help me every spirit sanctified,

Enter Bianca.
As I have spoken for you all my best ;

Bian. Save you, friend Cassio!
And stood within the blank of his displeasure , Cas. What make you from home?
For my free speech! You must awhile be patient: 10 How is it with you, my most fair Bianca ?
What I can do, I will; and more I will,

Indeed, sweet love, I was coming to your house. Than for myself I dare ; let that suffice you. Bian. And I was going to your lodging, Cassio. Jago. Is my lord angry?

What! keep a week away? seven days and nights? Amil. He went hence but now,

Eightscore eight hours i and lovers absent hours, And, certainly, in strange unquietness.

15 More tedious than the dial eightscore times? Jago. Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon O weary reckoning! When it hath blown his ranks into the air;

Cas. Pardon me, Bianca; And, like the devil, from his very arm

I have this while with leaden thoughts been press'd: Puff'd his own brother;-And can he be angry? But I shall, in a more continuate time, Something of moment, then: I will go meet him ; 20 strike off this score of absence. Sweet Bianca, There's matter in 't indeed, if he be angry. (Erit.

[Giving her Desdemona's handkerchief. Des. I prythee, do so.--Something, sure, of Take me this work out'. state,

Bian. O Cassio, whence canye this?
Lither from Venice; or some unhatch'd practice, This is some token from a newer friend.
Made demonstrable here in Cyprus to him,- 25 To the felt absence now I feel a cause:
Hath puddled his clear spirit: and, in such cases, Is it come to this? Well, well.
Men's natures wrangle with inferior things,

Cas. Go to, woman!
Though great ones are their object.

Throw your vile guesses in the devil's teeth, (now, 'Tis even so; for let our finger ache,

From whence you have them. You are jealous And it endues our other healthful members 30That this is from some mistress, some remeinbrance: Even to that sense of pain : N:y, we must think, No, in good trotb, Bianca. Men are not gods;

Bian. Why, whose is it?

[ber. Nor of them look for such observancy

Cas. I know not, sweet: I found it in my chamAs fits the bridal.-Beshrew me much, Æinilia, I like the work well; ere it be demanded, I was (unhandsome warrior' as I am)

35 (As like enough it will) I'd have it cop: d: Arraigning his unkindness with my soul;

Take it and do't; and leave me for this cime. But now I find, I had suborn'd the witness,

Bian. Leave you! wherefore? And he's indited falsely:

Cas. I do attend here on the general; Æmil. Pray heaven, it be state matters, as you

And think it no addition, nor my wish, think;

40 To have himn see me woman'd. And no conception, nor no jealous toy,

Bian. Why, I pray you?
Concerning you.

Cas. Not that I love you not.
Des. Alas the day! I never gave him cause. Bian. But that you do not love me.
Æmil. But jealous souls will not be answer'd so; I

pray you, bring me on the way a little;
They are not ever jealous for the cause, 45 And say, if I shall sce you soon at night.
But jealous for they are jealous: 'tis a monster, Cas. "Tis but a little way that I can bring you,
Begot upon itself, born on itself.

For I attend here : but I'll see you soon. Des. Heaven keep that monster from Othello's Bian."l'is very good; I must be circumstanc'd'. mind!


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1 The meaning, according to Mr. Steevens, is, “I will put on a constrained appearance of being contented, and shut inyself up in a different course of life, no longer to depend on my own efforts, but to wait for relief from the accidental hand of charity."-We think, however, it means no more than that he would try what Fortune would do for him in some other course of life. * In look, in countenance. 3 i.e. within the shot of his anger. • Some treason that has not taken effect. » Unhandsome warrior, is unfair assailant. * i. e, a time less interrupted, time which I can call more my own. ii. c. "Copy this work in another handkerchief,” o'i. e. Your civility is now grown conditional.

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Oth. What bath he said ?
An Apurtment in the Castle.

(did. Iago. Why, that he did, I know not what he Enter Othello, and lago.

Oth. What? what?

5 lago. WILL you think so?

lago. LieOth. Think so, lago?

Oih. With her? lago, What,

Iago. With her, on her; what you will. To kiss in private?

Oth. Lie with her ! lie on her!—We say, lie Oth. An unauthoriz'd kiss.

on her, when they belie her: Lie with her! that's lago. Or to be naked with her friend abed, 10 fulsome. Handkerchief,-confessions,-handkerAn hour, or more, not meaning any harm?

chief.—To confess, and be hang'd for his labour. Oth. Naked abcd, lago, and not mean harm'? First, to be hangʻd, and then-to confess :-) It is hypocrisy against the devil:

tremble at it.-Nature would not invest herself in They that mean virtuously, and yet do so,

such shadowing passion, without some instruction. The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt|15 It is not words, that shake me thus ? :-Pish!-heaven.

Noses, ears, and lips * : -Is it possible ?-Confess! lago. So they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip: -Handkerchief!- devil !But if I give my wife a handkerchief,

[Falls in a trance. Oth. What then?

[hers, Iago. Work on, lago. Why, then 'tis hers, mylord; and, being 20 My medicine, work! Thus credulous fools are She may, I think, bestow 't on any man.

caught; Oth. She is protectress of her honour too;


many worthy and chaste dames, even thus, May she give that?

All guiltless meet reproach.-What, ho! my lord! Tago. Her honour is an essence that's not seen; My lord, I say !-Othello!

-How now, Cassio? They have it very oft, that have it not: 125

Enter Cassio.
But, for the handkerchief,-

Cas. What's the matter?
Oth. By heaven, I would most gladly have for- Iago. My lord is fallen into an epilepsy;

This is his second fit; he had one yesterday. Thou saidst,-0, it comes o'er my memory,

Cas. Rub him about the temples.
As doth the raven o'er the infected house, 30_lago. No, forbear:
Boding to all,-he had my handkerchief The lethargy must have his quiet course:
lagi. Ay, what of that?

If not, he foams at mouth; and, by-and-by,
Otn. That's not so good now.

Breaks out to savage madness. Look, he stirs: lago. What if I had said, I had seen him do Do

you withdraw yourself a little while, : you wrong?

135 He will recover straight; when he is gone, Or heard him say,–As knaves be such abroad, I would on great occasion speak with you.Who having, by their own importunate suit,

[Exit Cassio. Or voluntary dotage of some mistress,

How is it, general? have you not hurt your head> Convinced or supplied them, cannot choose.

Oth. Dost thou mock me? But they must blab.

+0. Jago. I mock you! no, by heaven: Oth. Hath he said any thing?

Would, you would bear your fortunes like a man. lago. He hath, my lord; but, be you

Oth. A horned man's a monster, and a beast. This observation, Dr. Warburton says, seems strangely abrupt and unoccasioned. We must suppose that Iago had, before they appear in this scene, been applying cases of false comfort to Othello; as that though the parties had been even found in bed together, there might be no harm done ; it might be only for the trial of their virtue; as was reported of the Romish saint, Robert D'Arbrissel and his nuns. To this we must suppose Othello here replies ; and like a good protestant. For, so the sentiment does but suit the character of the speaker, Shakspeare little heeds how these sentiments are circumstanced.

* Convinc'd, for conquerd, subdued. 3 Dr. Johnson's comment on this passage is as follows: "There has always prevailed in the world an opinion, that when any great calamity happens at a distance, notice is given of it to the sufferer by some dejection or perturbation of mind, of which he discovers no external cause. This is ascribed to that general communication of one part of the universe with another, which is called sympathy and antipathy; or to the secret monition, instruction, and influence of a superior Being, which superintends the order of nature and of life. Othello says, Nature could not invest herself in such shadowing passion without instruction: It is not words that shake me thus. This passion, which spreads its clouds over me, is the effect of sonie agency more than the operation of words; it is one of those notices which men have of unseen calamities.”

* Othello is imagining to himself the familiarities which he supposes to have passed between Cassio and his wife.



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Iago. There's many a beast then in a populous Oth. Look, how he laughs already! [Aside. city,

Iago. I never knew a woman love man so. And many a civil monster.

Cus. Alas, poor rogue! I think, indeed, slie Oth. Did he confess it?

loves me. Iago. Good sir, be a man;

5 Oth. Now he denies it faintly, and laughs it out. Think, every bearded fellow, that's but yok'd,

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May draw with you: there's millions now alive, Iago. Do you hear, Cassio ?
That nightly lie in those unproper' beds, [ter. Oth. Now he importunes him
Which they dare swear peculiar; your case is bet- To tell it o'er: Go to; well said, well said. [Aside.
O, 'tis the spight of hell, the fiend's arch-mock, 10. lago. She gives it out, that you shall marry her:
To lip a wanton in a secure couch,

Do you intend it?
And to suppose her chaste! No, let me know; Cas. Ha, ha, ha!
And, knowing what I am, I know what she shall Oth. Do you triumph, Roman" ? do you trie,
Oth. O, thou art wise ; 'tis certain.


Aside lago. Stand you a while apart:


Cas. I marry her!—what? a customer?! I Confine yourself but in a patient list?.

pr’ythee, bear some charity to my wit; do not Whilst you were here, ere wbile, mad with your think it so unwholesome. Ha, ha, ha! griet,

Oth. So, so, so, so. They laugh, that win. [Aside. (A passion most unsuiting such a man)

lago. Why, the cry goes,


marry Cassio came bither: I shifted him away, 120 Cas. Pr’ythee, say true.

[her. And laid good 'scuse upon your ecstasy'; Bade him anon return, and here speak with me;

Iago. I am a very villain else.

Oth. Have you scor'd me? Well.
The which he promis'd. Do but encave yourself“,
And mark the fieers, the gibes, and notable scorns,

Cas. This is the monkey's own giving out: she
That dwell in every region of his face;

is persuaded I will marry her, out of her own love

25 and flattery, not out of my promise. For I will make hiin tell the tale anew, Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when

Oih. Iago beckons me; now he begins the story. He hath, and is again to cope your wife;

Cas. She was here even now; she haunts ine in 1 say, but mark his gesture. Marry, patience; Or I shall say, you are all in all in spleen,

every place. I was, the other day, talking on the

30 sea-bank with certain Venetians; and thither And nothing of a inan. Oth. Dost thou hear, Iago?

comes the bauble; by this hand, she falls thus

about my neck; I will be found most cunning in iny patience; But (dost thou hear?) most bloody.

Oth. Crying,' o dear Cassio! as it were: lis gesture imports it.

[Aside. lago. That's not amiss;

35. Cas. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me; But yet kcep time in all. Will you withdraw?

30 hales, and pulls me: ha, ba, hak

[Othello withdrucus. Oth. Now he tells, how she phuck'd him to my Now will I question Cassio of Bianca,

chamber: 0, I see that nose of yours, but not A housewife, that, by selling her desires,

that dog I shall throw it to.
Buys herself bread and clothes: it is a creature, 40 Cas. Well, I must leave her company.
That dotes onCassio,-as'tis the strimpet's plague, lago. Before mc! look, where she coincs.
To beguile many, and be beguil'd by one;

Enter Bianca.
I!e, when he hears of her, cannot refrain

Cas. 'Tis such another fitchew8! marry, a perFiom the excess of laughter :-Ilere he comes:- fun.'d one. What do you mean by this haunting Enter Cassio.

41 of me As he shall sinile, Othello shall go mad;

Bian. Let the devil and his dam haunt you!
And his unbookish jealousy must construc
Poor Cassio’ssmiles, gestures, and light behaviour,

What did you mean by that same handkerchief,

son gave me even now? I was a fine fool to take Quite in the wrong.-How do you nou ,lieutenant lit. must take out the whole work. -A likely

Cus. The worser, that you give me the addition, 50 piece of work, that you should find it in your
Whose want even kills me.

[on't. chamber, and not know who left it there! This lago. Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure lis some minx's token, and I must take out the Now, if this suit lay in Bianca's power,

work? There, give it your hobby-horse: whereSpeaking lotter.

soever you had it, I'll take out no work on 't. How quickly should you speed:

Cas. Ilow now, my sweet Bianca how now? Cas. Alas, poor caititt!

how now: · Unproper, for common. ? List, or lists, is barriers, bounds. Keep your temper, says lago, within the bounds of patience. 3i. e. trance. *i.e. hide yourself in a private place.

'Unbookish, for ignorant. * Othello calls him Rumun ironically:--Triumph, which was a Roman ceremony, brought Roman into his thoughts. : A common woinan, one that invites custom.

• To score, says Mr. Steevens, originally meant no more than to cut a notch upon a tally, or to mark out a form bý indenting it on any substance; but it was soon figuratively used for setting a brand or nark of disgrace on any one.

** A polecat.--4 pole-cat was anciently one of the cant terms for a strumpet.

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