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She's gone; I am abus'd; and my relief Emil
. What will you do with it, that you have Must be to loath her. O curse of marriage,
been so earnest
Emil. If it be not for some purpose of import,
Iago. Be not you known of't; I have use for it
[Exit Emilie. "Tis destiny unshunnable, like death ;
I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin, Even then this forked plague is fated to us, And let him find it: Trifles, light as air, When we do quicken. Desdemona comes : Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong
As proofs of holy writ. This may do something
. Enter DesDeMONA and EMILIA.
The Moor already changes with my poison:If she be false, O, then heaven mocks itself - Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons, I'll not believe it.
Which, at the first, are scarce found to distaste ;
But, with a little act upon the blood,
dragora, Oth. I have a pain upon my forehead here. Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Des. Faith, that's with watching ; 'twill away Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep, again :
Which thou ow'dst yesterday. Let me but bind it hard, within this hour Oth. Ha! ha! false to me? It will be well.
Iago. Why, how now, general ? no more of
Oth. Ayaunt! be gone! thou hast set me
[Exeunt Oth, and Des. Than but to know't a little.
I slept the next night well
, was free and merry; That she reserves it evermore about her, I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips: To kiss, and talk to. I'll have the work ta'en He that is robb’d, not wanting what is stolen, out,
Let him not know it, and he's not robb'd at all.
Iago. I am sorry to hear this.
Pioneers and all, bad tasted her sweet body,
So I had nothing known: 0 now, for ever,
Farewell the tranquil mind: farewell content! lago. How now! what do you here alone? Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, Emil. Do not youchide; I have a thing for you. That make ambition virtue! 0, farewell! lagn. A thing for me? It is a coinmon thing. Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, Ei mil. Ha !
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, lucro. To have a foolish wife.
The royal banner; and all quality,
And 0, you mortal engines, whose rude throats For that same handkerchief?
The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Jugo. What handkerchief?
Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone!
Iago. Is it possible?--My lord, -
whore; Jago. Hlast stolen it from her?
Be sure of it ; give me the ocular proof;
Thou hadst been better have been born a dog,
Than answer my wak'd wrath.
[Taking him by the throat.
What If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster,
lage. Is it come to this?
One of this kind is Cassio: Oth. Make me to see it; or (at the least) so In sleep I heard him say, -Sweet Desdemona, prove it,
Let us be wary, let us hide our loves ! That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop, And then, sir, would he gripe, and wring my To hang a doubt on; or, woe upon thy life!
hand, lago. My noble lord,
Cry,-0, sweet creature ! and then kiss me hard, Oth. If thou dost slander her, and torture me, As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots, Never pray more: abandon all remorse : That grew upon my lips: then laid his leg On horror's head, horrors accumulate:
Over my thigh, and sigh’d, and kiss'd; and then,
Iago. Nay, this was but his dream.
Oth. But this denoted a foregone conclusion ; Are you a man? have you a soul or sense ?. 'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream. God be wi' you; take mine office. wretched Iago. And this may help to thicken other fool,
proofs, That liv'st to make thine honesty a vice ! That do demonstrate thinly, O monstrous world! Take note, take note, o
Oth. I'll tear her all to pieces. world,
Iago. Nay, but be wise ; yet we see nothing To be direct and honest, is not safe.-
I thank you for this profit; and, from hence, She may be honest yet. Tell me but this, Reception 1'I love no friend, since love breeds such offence. Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief,
Oth. Nay, stay :-Thou should'st be honest. Spotted with strawberries, in your wife's hand?
Iago. I should be wise ; for honesty's a fool, Oth. I gave her such a one; 'twas my first gift. And loses that it works for.
Iago. I know not that: but such a handker-
As Dian's visage, is now begrim'd and black Iago. If it be that, or any that was hers, pent! As mine own face. If there be cords, or knives, It speaks against her with the other proofs. Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams,
Oth. O, that the slave had forty thousand lives; med I'll not endure it. Would I were satisfied ! One is too poor, too weak for my revenge!
Lago. I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion ; Now do I see 'tás true.-Look here, lago;
fond love thus I do blow to heaven : Takes You would be satisfied Oth. Would! nay, I will.
Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell, Iago. And may: But, how? how satisfied, my Yield up, O love, thy crown, and hearted throne, lord?
To tyrannous hate! swell, bosom, with thy Would
you, the supervisor, grossly gape on? fraught, Behold her tupp'a ?
For 'tis of aspics' tongues !
Iago. Pray, be content.
Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on
Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love,
Till that a capable and wide revenge
Iago. Do not rise yet.
To wrong's Othello's service ! let him command,
I could not sleep
Oth. Most veritable; therefore look to't wel.
Oth. Is't lost? is't gone? speak, is it out of
Oth. I greet thy love,
Oth. Give me your hand: This hand is moist
, Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounteous.
Des. It yet has felt no age, nor known no sor. tel
. Hi. And will upon the instant put thee to't: Within these three days let me hear thee say, Oth. This argues fruitfulness, and liberal 1. Fetek That Cassio's not alive.
l. Iago. My friend is dead; tis done at your re- Hot, hot, and moist: This hand of yours requires si e tri quest :
A sequester from liberty, fasting and prayer, But let her live.
Much castigation, exercise devout;
it. Fetc Oth. Damn her, lewd minx ! 0, damn her! For here's a young and sweating devil here, Come, go with me apart: I will withdraw, That commonly rebels. 'Tis a good hand,
Ins. COLE To furnish me with some swift means of death | A frank one. For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant. Des. You may, indeed, say so;
1. The Iago. I am your own for ever. [Exeunt. For 'twas that hand, that gave away my heart
. Oth. A liberal hand: The hearts, of old, gate
h. The SCENE IV.-The same.
| I Am
But our new heraldry is-hands, not hearts. Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, and Clown.
Des. I cannot speak of this. Come now, your Des. Do you know, sirrah, where lieutenant promise.
n. The Cassio lies?
Oth. What promise, chuck ? Clo. I dare not say, he lies any where.
Des. I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with Des. Why, man?
you. Clo. He is a soldier; and for me to say a sol Oth. I have a salt and sullen rheum offends me, dier lies is stabbing.
Lend me thy handkerchief. Des. Go to; where lodges he?
Des. Here, my lord. Clo. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you
Oth. That which I gave you. where I lie.
Des. I have it not about me. Des. Can any thing be made of this ?
Oth. Not? Clo. I know not where he lodges; and for me Des. No, indeed, my lord. to devise a lodging, and say—he lies here, or he Oth. That is a fault: lies there, were to lie in my own throat. That handkerchief
bas Des. Can you enquire him out, and be edified Did an Egyptian to my mother give: by report?
She was a charmer, and could almost read Clo. I will catechise the world for him ; that The thoughts of people: she told her, while she is, make questions, and by them answer.
kept it, Des. Seek him, bid him come hither:
tell him, 'Twould make her amiable, and subdue my father Dr. JE I have moved my lord in his behalf, and hope, Entirely to her love; but if she lost it, all will be well.
Clo. To do this, is within the compass of man's Should hold her loathly, and his spirits should wit; and therefore I will attempt the doing it.
[Erit. After new fancies : She, dying, gave it me: Des. Where should I lose that handkerchief, And bid me, when my fate would have me mire, Emilia?
To give it her. I did so: and take heed oft, Emil. I know not, madam.
Make it a darling like your precious eye; Des. Believe me, I had rather have lost my To lose or give't away, were such perdition
As nothing else could match. Full of cruzadoes. And, but my
Des. Is it possible ?
Oth. 'Tis true: there's magic in the web of it:
The sun to make two hundred compasses, Des. Who, he think the sun, where he was the wrons were hallow'd, that did breed the line born,
And it was died in mummy, which the skilful Drew all such humours from him.
Conserv'd of maidens' hearts.
Des. Indeed! is't true?
Oth. Ha! wherefore?
ness to dissemble ! How do you, Desdeinona?
the way? Des. Well, my good lord.
Des. Heaven bless us!
A sibyl, that had number'd in the world
ver seen it.
Oth. Say you?
Iago. Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon, Des. It is not lost; but what an if it were ? When it hath blown his ranks into the air ; Oth. Hai
And, like the devil, from his very arm Des. I say, it is not lost.
Puff'd his own brother ;-And can he be angry? Oth. Fetch't, let me see it.
Something of moment, then: I will go meet him; Des. Why, so I can, sir, but I will not now; There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry. This is a trick, to put me from my suit;
Des. I pr’ythee, do so.-Something, sure, of I pray, let Cassio be receiv'd again.
[Exit Iago. Otk. Fetch me that handkerchief; my mind Either from Venice; or some unhatch'd practice, misgives.
Made demonstrable here in Cyprus to him,Des. Come, come;
Hath puddled his clear spirit: and, in such cases, You'll never meet a more sufficient man. Men's natures wrangle with inferior things, Oth. The handkerchief!
Though great ones are their object. 'Tis even so;
For let our finger ache, and it endues
Our other healthful members ev'n to that sense Des. A man that, all his time,
Of pain : Nay, we must think, men are not gods; ad Hath founded his good fortune on your love;
Nor of them look for such observances St Shar'd dangers with you
As fit the bridal.-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, Oth. Away!
[Exit Othello. And he's indited falsely. Emil. Is not this man jealous ?
Emil. Pray heaven, it be state matters, as you Des. I ne'er saw this before.
think; Sure, there's some wonder in this handerchief: And no conception, nor no jealous toy, I am most unhappy in the loss of it.
Concerning you. Emil. 'Tis not a year or two shows us a man: Des. Alas, the day! I never gave him cause. They are all but stomachs, and we all but food; Emil. But jealous souls will not be answer'd They eat us hungerly, and when they are full, They belch us. Look you ! Cassio, and my hus- They are not ever jealous for the cause, band.
But jealous, for they are jealous : 'tis a monster,
Begot upon itself, born on itself.
Des. Heaven keep that monster from Othello's
And seek to effect it to my uttermost.
Cas. I humbly thank your ladyship.
[Exeunt Desdemona and Emiliu. Entirely honour ; I would not be delay'd :
Cas. What make you from home?
How is it with you, my most fair Bianca ?
l'faith, sweet love, I was coming to your house. So shall I clothe me in a forc'd content,
Bian. And I was going to your lodging, Cassio. And shut myself up in some other course, What! keep a week away? seven days
and nights? To fortune's alms.
Eight scoreeight hours; and lovers' absent hours, Des. Alas! thrice-gentle Cassio,
More tedious than the dial eight score times ?
O weary reckoning !
But I shall, in a more continuate time,
This is some token from a newer friend.
To the felt absence now I feel a cause :
Is it come to this? Well, well.
Cas. Woman, go to!
Bian. Leave you ! wherefore ?
To have him see me woman'd. That this is from some mistress, some remem Bian. Why, I pray you ? brance :
Cas. Not that I love you not. No, in good troth, Bianca.
Bian, But that you do not love me, Bian. Why, whose is it?
I pray you, bring me on the way a little ; Cas. I know not, sweet: I found it in my And say, if I shall see you soon at night. chamber.
Cas. "Tis but a little way, that I can bring you, I like the work well ; ere it be demanded, For I attend here: but I'll see you soon. (As like enough it will, I'd have it copied : Bian. 'Tis very good; I must be circumstanc'd. Take it, and do't; and leave me for this time.
SCENE I. The same.
Oth. Hath he said any thing?
Iago. He hath, my lord; but be you well asEnter Othello and IAGO.
sur'd, Iago. Will you think so ?
No more than he'll unswear. oth. Think so, Iago?
Oth. What hath he said ? Iago. What,
Iago. 'Faith, that he did, I know not what To kiss in private ?
he did. Oth. An unauthoriz'd kiss.
Oth. What? what?
Oth. Naked abed, Iago, and not mean harm? Iago. With her, on her ; what you will. It is hypocrisy against the devil:
Oth. Lie with her ! lie on her !We say, lie They that mean virtuously, and yet do so, on her, when they belie her: Lie with her! The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt that's fulsome. -Handkerchief, --confessions heaven.
handkerchief.- To confess, and be hanged for Iago. So they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip: his labour.–First, to be hanged, and then to But if I give my wife a handkerchief, confess :- I tremble at it. Nature would not inOth. What then ?
vest herself in such shadowing passion, without Iago. Why, then’tis hers, my lord ; and, being some instruction. It is not words, that shake hers,
me thus :-Pish !-Noses, ears, and lips: Is it She may, I think, bestow't on any man. possible ?--Confess !-Handkerchief devil! Oth. She is protectress of her honour too;
[Falls in e trane. May she give that?
Iago. Work on, Tago. Her honour is an essence that's not My medicine, work! Thus credulous fopts are seen ;
caught; They have it very oft, that have it not: And many worthy and chaste dames, even thus, But, for the handkerchief,
All guiltless meet reproach. -What, ho! my Oth. By heaven, I would most gladly have lord !
forgot it: Thou said'st,-0, it comes o'er my memory,
Enter CASSIO. As doth the raven o'er the infected house, My lord, I say! Othello !-How now, Cassio ? Boding to all, -he had my handkerchief.
Cas. What is the matter? Iago. Ay, what of that?
Iago. My lord is fallen into au epilepsy; Oih. That's not so good, now.
This is his second fit; he had one yesterday, Iago. What, if I had said, I had seen him do Cas. Rub him about the temples. you wrong?
Iago. No, forbear: Or heard him say,—As knaves be such abroad, The lethargy must have his quiet course : Who having, by their own importunate suit, If not, he foams at mouth; and, by and by, Or voluntary dotage of some mistress,
Breaks out to savage madness. Look, he stirs : Convinc'd or supplied them, cannot choose Do you withdraw yourself a little while, But they must blab
He will recover straight; when he is gone,