* Appearance. ↑ An expression from falconry: to seel a hawk is to sew up his eye-lids. Press hard his re-admission to his pay and office. A species of hawk, also a term of reproach applied to a wanton. Straps of leather by which a hawk is held on the fist. ** Men of intrigue. When we begin to live. In the north of England this term for a handkerchief is still used.

(For he conjured her, she would ever keep it,)
That she reserves it evermore about her,
To kiss and talk to. I'll have the work ta'en
And give it Iago:
[out,
What he'll do with it, heaven knows, not I;
I nothing but to please his fantasy.

Enter IAGO.

Iago. How now! what do you here alone?
Emil. Do not you chide; I have a thing
for you.
[thing.
Iago. A thing for me?-it is a common
Emil. Ha!

lago. To have a foolish wife.

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, aud 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 virtue! O, farewell!

Emil. O, is that all? What will you give Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill

me now

For that same handkerchief!
Iago.

What handkerchief?
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?

Emil. No, faith: she let it drop by neg-
ligence;
[up.
And, to the advantage, I, being here, took't
Look, here it is.
lago.
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'sthat 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.

[Exit EMILIA.
I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin,
And let him find it: Trifles, light as air,
Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong
As proofs of holy writ. This may do some
thing

The Moor already changes with my poison:
Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poi-
sons,
[taste;
Which, at the first, are scarce found to dis-
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

trump,

The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
The royal banner; and all quality, [war!
Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious
And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats
The immortal Jove's dread clamours coun-
terfeit,

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 waked wrath.

Iago.
Is it come to this?
Oth. Make me see it; or (at the least) so
prove it,

That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop,
To hang a doubt on: or woe upon thy life!
Iago. My noble lord,-

[me,

Oth. If thou dost slander her, and torture
Never pray more, abandon all remorse [];
On horror's head horrors accumulate:
Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth
amazed,

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.-0,
wretched fool,

That livest to make thine honesty a vice!-
O monstrous world! Take note, take note,
O world,

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 shouldst be honest.

The mandrake has a soporific quality. Pioneers were generally degraded soldiers.

Seem as if you knew nothing of the matter.
* Possessedst.
The vilest of the camp.
All tenderness, all pity.

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 't.-Would I were satisfied!
Iago. I see, sir, you are eaten up with pas-
I do repent me that I put it to you. [sion:
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!
lugo. It were a tedious difficulty, I think,
To bring them to that prospect: Damn them
If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster, [then,
More than their own? What then? how then?
What shall I say? Where's satisfaction?
It is impossible you should see this, [keys,
Were they as prime as goats, as hot as mon-
As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross
As ignorance made drunk. But yet, I say,
If imputation 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 dis-
Iago. I do not like the office: [loyal.
But sitht I am entered 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 of 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,
[hard,
Cry, O, sweet creature! and theu kiss me
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
[Moor!
Cry'd, Cursed fate! that gave thee to the
Oth. O monstrous! monstrous !
lago.
Nay, this was but his dream.
Oth. But this denoted a foregone conclu.
sion;
[dream.
'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a
lago. And this may help to thicken other
That do demonstrate thinly.
[proofs,

Oth.
I'll tear her all to pieces.
Lugo. Nay, but be wise: yet we see nothing

done;

Speaking, manifest. Freight, load.

She may be honest yet. Teil me but this;
Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief,
Spotted with strawberries, in your wife's
hand?
[first gift.

Oth. I gave her such a one; 'twas my
lago. I know not that; but such a hand-
kerchief,

(I am sure it was your wife's,) did I to-day
See Cassio wipe his beard with.
Oth.
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;
All my fond love thus I do blow to heaven:
'Tis gone.

Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell!
Yield up, O love, thy crown, and hearted
throne,

To tyrannons hate! swell, bosom, with thy
For 'tis of aspicks' tongues! [fraught §,
Iago. Pray, be content.

Oth.

O, blood, Iago, blood! Lugo. Patience, Isay; your mind, perhaps, inay change.

Oth. Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea,
Whose icy current and compulsive course
Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on
To the Propontic, 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' marble
heaven,

In the due reverence of a sacred vow

I here engage my words.

Do not rise yet.

[Kneels.

[Kneels.

Iago.
Witness, you ever-burning lights above!
You elements that clip us round about!
Witness, that here Iago doth give up
The execution of his wit, hands, heart, [mand,
To wrong'd Othello's service! let him com-
And to obey shall be in me remorse **,
What bloody work soever.

Oth.
I greet thy love, [bounteous,
Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance
And will upon the instant put thee to't:
Within these three days let me hear thee say,
That Cassio's not alive.

lago. My friend is dead; 'tis done, at your
But let her live.
[request:

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.
Iugo. I am your own for ever. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV. The same.
Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, and Clown.
Des. Do you know, sirrah, where liente-
nant Cassio lies?

The heart on which thou wast enthroned?
** Not of malice to others, but of

+ Since.
Capacious. ¶ Embrace.
tenderness for him.

Clo. He is 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 Did an Egyptian to my mother give; 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 catechize 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.

Co. To do this, is within the compass of man's wit; and therefore I will attempt the doing it. Exit. Des. Where should I lose that handkerchief, Emilia?

Emil. I know not, madam.

Des. Believe me, I had rather have lost my
purse

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 him to ill-thinking.

Is he not jealous?

Emil.
Des. Who, he? I think, the sun, where he
was born,

Drew all such humours from him.
Emil.
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.
Enter OTHELLO.

Oth. Well, my good lady :-[Aside.] 0,
hardness to dissemble!-

How do you, Desdemona ?

Well, my good lord.

Des.
Oth. Give me your hand: This hand is
moist, my lady.
[sorrow.
Des. It yet has felt no age, nor known no
Oth. This argues fruitfulness, and liberal
[quires

heart;-
Hot, hot, and moist: This hand of yours re-
A sequester from liberty, fasting and prayer,
Much castigationt, exercise devout;
For here's a young and sweating devil here,
That commonly rebels. 'Tis a good hand,
A frank one.
Des.

You may, indeed, say so:

For 'twas that hand that gave away my heart.
Oth. A liberal hand: The hearts of old
gave hands;

But our new heraldry is-hands, not hearts.
Des. I cannot speak of this. Come now
Oth. What promise, chuck [your promise.
Des. I have sent to bid Cassio come speak
with you.
[me;
Oth. I have a salt and sullen rheum offends
Lend me thy handkerchief.
Des.
Here, my lord.

Oth. That which I gave you.

A Portuguese coin. + Penance, discipline.

She was a charmer, and could almost read
The thoughts of people: she told her, while
she kept it,
[father
Twould make her amiable, and subdue my
Entirely to her love: but if she lost it,
Or made a gift of it, my father's eye
Should hold her loathly, and his spirits should
hunt

After new fancies: She, dying, gave it me;
And bid me, when my fate would have me
wive,

Des.

To give it her. I did so: and take heed of't,
Make it a darling like your precious eye:
To lose or giv't away, were such perdition,
As nothing else could match.
Is it possible? [it:
Oth. 'Tis true: there's magic in the web of
A sibyl, that had number'd in the world
The sun to make two hundred compasses,
In her prophetic fury sew'd the work: [silk;
The worms were hallow'd, that did breed the
And it was dy'd in mummy, which the skilful
Conserved of maidens' hearts.

Indeed! is't true?

Des.
Oth. Most veritable; therefore look to't well,
Des. Then 'would to heaven, that I had ne-
Oth. Ha! wherefore?
[ver seen it.

Des. Why do you speak so startingly and
rash ý?
[the way?
Oth. Is't lost? is't gone? speak, is it out of
Des. Heaven bless us !
Oth.

Say you?

They belch us. Look you! Cassio, and my husband.

Enter IAGO and CASSIO.

Iago. There is no other way; 'tis she must do't;

[her. And, lo, the happiness! go, and impórtune Des. How now? good Cassio? what's the news with you?

[you?
Cas. Madam, my former suit: I do beseech
That, by your virtuous means, I may again
Exist, and be a member of his love,
Whom I, with all the duty of my heart,
Entirely honour: I would not be delay'd:
If my offence be of such mortal kind,

That neither service past, nor present sorrows,
Nor purposed merit in futurity,
Can ransome me into his love again,
But to know so must be my benefit;
So shall I clothe me in a forced content,
And shut myself up in some other course,
To fortune's alms.

Des.

Alas! thrice-gentle Cassio,
My advocation is not now in tune; [him,
My lord is not my lord; nor should I know
Were he in favour *, as in humour, alter'd.
So help me, every spirit sanctified,
As I have spoken for you all my best;
And stood within the blank † of his displeasure
For my free speech! You must a, while be
patient:

If I do find him fit, I'll move your suit,
And seek to effect it to my uttermost.
Cas. I humbly thank your ladyship.

[Exeunt DESDEMONA and EMILIA.
Enter BIANCA.

Bian. Save you, friend Cassio!
Cas.
What make you from home?
How is it with you, my most fair Bianca?
I' faith, sweet love, I was coming to your house.
Lian. And I was going to your lodging,
Cassio.
[nights?
What! keep a week away? seven days and
Eight score eight hours? and lovers' absent
hours

More tedious than the dial eight score times?
O weary reckoning!
Pardon me, Bianca!

Cas.

I have this while with leaden thoughts been
But I shall in a more continuate time, [press'd;
Strike off this score of absence. Sweet Biança, .
[Giving her DESDE MONA's Handkerchief.
Take me this work out ¶.

What I can do, I will; and more I will,
Than for myself I dare: let that suffice you.
Iago. Is my lord angry?
Emil.
He went hence but now, Bian.
O, Cassio, whence same this?
And, certainly, in strange unquietness. [non, This is some token from a newer friend.
Iago. Can he be angry? I have seen the can-To the felt absence now I feel a cause:
When it hath blown his ranks into the air; Is it come to this? Well, well.
And, like the devil, from his very arm [gry? Cas.
Woman, go to!
Puff'd his own brother ;-And can be be an-Throw your vile guesses in the devil's teeth,
Something of moment, then: I will go meet From whence you have them. You are jealous

him; There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry. Des. I pr'ythee, do so.-Something, sure, of state, [Exit IAGO. Either from Venice; or some unhatch'd prac

tice,

Made démonstrable here in Cyprus to him,
Hath puddled his clear spirit; and, in such

cases,

Men's natures wrangle with inferior things,
Though great ones are their object. 'Tis even
For let our finger ache, and it indues [so;
Our other healthful members ev'n to that sense
Of pain: Nay, we must think, men are not
Nor of them look for such observances [gods;
As fit the bridals.-Beshrew me much,Emilia,
I was (unhandsome warrior as I am,)
Arraigning his unkindness with my soul:
But now I find, I had suborn'd the witness,
And he's indicted falsely.

Emil. Pray heaven, it be state matters, as
you think;

And no conception, nor no jealous toy,
Concerning you.

now,

[brance: That this is from some mistress, some reinemNo, in good troth, Bianca.

Bian.

Why, whose is it? Cas. I know not, sweet: I found it in my

chamber.

I like the work well; ere it be demanded,
(As like enough, it will,) I'd have it copied:
Take it, and do't; and leave me for this time.
Bian. Leave you! wherefore?

Cas. I do attend here on the general;
And think it no addition, nor my wish,
To have him see me woman'd.
Bian.

Why, I pray you?
Cas. Not that I love you not.
Bian.

But that you do not love me,
I pray you, bring me on the way a little;
And say, if I shall see you soon at night.
Cas. 'Tis but a little way, that I can bring
For I attend here: but I'll see you soon. [you,
Bian. 'Tis very good; I must be circum-
stanced.
[Exeunt.

+ Within the shot of his anger.

In countenance. Time less interrupted.

Treason. The nuptial feast. The meaning is not pick out the work, but copy this work in another handherchief.