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I would on great occasion speak with you. Cas. The worser, that you give me the addie
[Exit Cassio. tion, Howis it, general ? have you not hurt your head? Whose want even kills me. Oth. Dost thou mock me?
Iago. Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure · Iago. I mock you ! no, by heaven !
of't. 'Would, you would bear your fortunes like a Now, if this suit lay in Bianca's power,
[Speaking lower. Oth. A horned man's a monster, and a beast. How quickly should you speed? Iago. There's many a beast then in a populous Cas. Alas, poor caitiff! city,
Oth. Look, how he laughs already! [Aside. And many a civil monster.
Iago. I never knew a woman love man so. Oth. Did he confess it ?
Cas. Alas, poor rogue ! I think, i'faith, she Iago. Good sir, be a man ;
loves me. Think, every bearded fellow, that's but yok'd, Oth. Now he denies it faintly, and laughs it May draw with you: there's millions now alive,
[Aside. That nightly lie in those unproper beds,
Iago. Do you hear, Cassio ? Which they dare swear peculiar ; your case is
Oth. Now he importun
To tell it o'er : Go to; well said, well said. 0, 'tis the spite of hell, the fiend's arch-mock,
[Aside. To lip a wanton in a secure couch,
Iago. She gives it out, that you shall marry And to suppose her chaste ! No, let me know ; And, knowing what I am, I know what she shall be. Do you intend it? Oth. O, thou art wise ; 'tis certain.
Cas. Ha, ha, ha! Iago. Stand you awhile apart;
Oth. Do you triumph, Roman? do you tris Confine yourself but in a patient list.
[Aside. Whilst you were here, ere while mad with your Cas. I marry her !-what? a customer! I grief,
pr’ythee, bear some charity to my wit; do not (A passion most unsuiting such a man,) think it so unwholesome. Ha, ha, ha! Cassio came hither : I shifted him away,
Oth. So, so, so, so: They laugh that win. And laid good ’scuse upon your ecstasy ;
[ Aside. Bade him anon return, and here speak with me; Iago. ’Faith, the cry goes, that you shall marry The which he promis'd. Do but encave your- her. self,
Cas. Pr’ythee, say true. Andmark thefleers, the gibes, and notable scorns, Iago. I am a very villain else. That dwell in every region of his face;
Oth. Have you scored me? Well. [Aside. For I will make him tell the tale anew,
Cas. This is the monkey's own giving out: Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when she is persuaded I will marry her, out of her He hath, and is again to cope your wife; own love and flattery, not out of my promise. I say, but mark his gesture. Marry, patience ; Oth. Iago beckons me; now he begins the Or I shall say, you are all in all in spleen,
[Aside. And nothing of a man.
Cas. She was here even now; she haunts me Oth. Dost thou hear, Iago?
in every place. I was, the other day, talking on I will be found most cunning in my patience ; the sea-bank with certain Venetians; and thither But (dost thou hear ?) most bloody.
comes this bauble; by this hand, she falls thus Iago. That's not amiss ;
about my neck ; But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw? Oth. Crying, o dear Cassio! as it were: his [Othello withdraws. gesture imports it.
[Aside. Now will I question Cassio of Bianca,
Cas. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me; A housewife, that, by selling her desires, so hales, and pulls me: ha, ha, ha!
Buys herself bread and clothes : it is a creature, Oth. Now he tells, how she plucked him to That dotes on Cassio, -as 'tis the strumpet's my chamber: 0, I see that nose of yours, but plague,
not that dog I shall throw it to. [Aside To beguile many, and be beguild by one ; Cas. Well, I must leare her company. He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain
Iago. Before me! look, where she comes. From the excess of laughter:—Here he comes:
Cas. 'Tis such another fitchew! marry, a perAs he shall smile, Othello shall go mad; fumed one.-What do you mean by this hauntAnd his unbookish jealousy must construe
ing of me? Poor Cassio's smiles, gestures, and light beha Bian. Let the devil and his dam haunt you! viour,
What did you mean by that same handkerchief, Quite in the wrong.-How do you now, lieute- you gave me even now? I was a fine fool to take nant?
it. I must take out the whole work?-A likely
piece of work, that you should find it in your Iugo. Do it not with poison; strangle her in chamber, and not know who left it there! This her bed, even the bed she hath contaminated. is some mirx's token, and I must take out the Oth. Good, good : the justice of it pleases; very work? There, giveit your hobby-horse: where- good. soever you
had it, I'll take out no work on't. Iago. And, for Cassio,-let me be his unde. Cas. How now, my sweet Bianca ? how now? taker : how now?
You shall hear more by midnight. Oth. By heaven, that should be my handker
[A trumpet within chief !
[Aside. Oth. Excellent good. What trumpet is that Bian. An you'll come to supper to-night, you same? may: an you will not, come when you are next Iago. Something from Venice, sure. 'Tis Laprepared for.
[Erit. dovico, Iago. After her, after her.
Come from the duke: and, see, your wife is with Cas. 'Faith I must, she'll rail in the street else. him, Iago. Will you sup there? Cas. 'Faith, I intend so.
Enter Lodovico, DESDEMONA, and Attendanti. Iago. Well, I may chance to see you; for I would
Lod. 'Save you, worthy general !
Oth. With all my heart, sir.
[Gives him a packe. Iago. Did you perceive how he laughed at his Oth. I kiss the instrument of their pleasure. vice?
[Opens the packet, and retas. Oth. O, Iago!
Des. And what's the news, good cousin LoIago. And did you see the handkerchief?
dovico ? Oth. Was that mine?
Iago. I am very glad to see you, signior; lago. Yours, by this hand : and to see how Welcome to Cyprus. he prizes the foolish woman, your wife! she Lod. I thank you : How does lieutenant Casgave it him, and he hath given it his whore.
sio ? Oth. I would have him nine years a killing : Iago. Lives, sir. A fine woman! a fair woman ! a sweet woman! Des. Cousin, there's fallen between him un
Iago. Nay, you must forget that. Oth. Ay, let her rot, and perish, and be damn- An unkind breach : but you shall make all well. ed to-night; for she shall not live: No, my Oth. Are you sure of that? heart is turned to stone; I strike it, and it hurts Des. My lord ? my hand. O, the world hath not a sweeter crea Oth. This fail you not to do, as you willture: she might lie by an emperor's side, and
[Reals command him tasks.
Lod. He did not call; he's busy in the pasIago. Nay, that's not your way.
per. Oth. Hang her! I do but say what she is : Is there division 'twixt thy lord and Cassio? So delicate with her needle !-An admirable mu Des. A most unhappy one ; I would do much sician! O, she will sing the savageness out of a To atone them, for the love I bear to Cassio. bear!-Of so high and plenteous wit and inven Oth. Fire and brimstone! tion !
Des. My lord ? Iago. She's the worse for all this.
Oth. Are you wise ? Oth. O, a thousand, a thousand times :- And Des. What, is he angry? then, of so gentle a condition !
Lod. May be, the letter mov'd him ; Iago. Ay, too gentle.
For, as I think, they do command him home, Oth. Nay, that's certain : But yet the pity of Deputing Cassio in his government. it, Iago !-0, Iago, the pity of it, lago!
Des. By my troth, I am glad on't. Iago. If you are so fond over her iniquity, Oth. Indeed? give her patent to offend; for, if it touch not Des. My lord ? you, it comes near nobody.
Oth. I am glad to see you mad. Oth. I will chop her into messes :-Cuckold Des. How, sweet Othello? me!
Oth. Devil! Iago. 0, 'tis foul in her.
Des. I have not deserv'd this. Oih. With mine officer !
Lod. My lord, this would not be belier'd in Iago. That's fouler.
Venice, Oth. Get me some poison, Iago; this night: Though I should swear I saw it: 'Tis very much; I'll not expostulate with her, lest her body and Make her amends, she weeps. beauty unprovide my mind again :this night, Oth. O devil, devil ! Iago.
If that the earth could teem with woman's tears
Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile : Oth. Yes, you have seen Cassio and she toge-
heard I do beseech your lordship, call her back. Each syllable, that breath made up between them. Oth. Mistress,
Oth: What, did they never whisper? Des. My lord ?
Emil. Never, my lord. Oth. What would you with her, sir ?
Oth. Nor send you out o'the way? Lod. Who, I, my lord ?
Emil. Never. Oth. Ay; you did wish, that I would make Oth. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, her turn:
Oth. That's strange.
If any wretch hath put this in your head,
[Exit Desdemona. There's no man happy; the purest of their wives
Oth. Bid her come hither :-go. You are welcome, sir, 'to Cyprus.-Goats and
[Exit Emilia. monkies!
[Exit. She says enough ;-yet she's a simple bawd, Lod. Is this the noble Moor, whom our full That cannot say as much. This is a subtle whore, senate
A closet-lock-and-key of villainous secrets : Call-all-in-all sufficient?--This the noble na- And yet she'll kneel, and pray; I have seen her ture,
do't. Whom passion could not shake? whose solid vir. tue
Re-enter Emilia, with DesdeMONA. The shot of accident, nor dart of chance,
Des. My lord, what is your will ? Could neither graze, nor pierce ?
Oth. Pray, chuck, come hither, Iago. He is much chang’d.
Des. What is your pleasure ? Lod. Are hiswits safe? is he not light of brain? Oth. Let me see your eyes ; lago. He is that he is; I may not breathe my Look in my face.
Des. What horrible fancy's this ? What he might be,-if, what he might, he is Oth. Some of your function, mistress ; not,
[To Emilia I would to heaven, he were.
Leave procreants alone, and shut the door ; Lod. What, strike his wife !
Cough, or cry–hem, if any body come: lago. Faith, that was not so well; Yet 'would Your mystery, your mystery ;-nay, despatch. I knew,
[Erit Emilia. That stroke would prove the worst.
Des. Upon my knees, what doth your speech Lod. Is it his use?
import? Or did the letters work upon his blood,
I understand a fury in your words, And new-create this fault?
But not the words. Iago. Alas, alas!
Oth. Why, what art thou ? It is not honesty in me, to speak
Des. Your wife, my lord ; your true
Oth. Come, swear it, damn thyself ;
selves And mark how he continues.
Should fear to seize thee: therefore be double-
Des. Heaven doth truly know it.
Oth. Heaven truly knows, that thou art false
Des. To whom, my lord ? with whom? How
am I false? Oth. You have seen nothing then ?
Oth. O Desdemona !-away! away! away! Emil. Nor ever heard ; nor ever did suspect.
Des. Alas, the heavy day!-Why do you weep?
my lord ?
Am I the occasion of these tears, my lord ?
We have done our course; there's money for Why, I have lost him too.
your pains ; Oth. Had it pleas'd heaven
I pray you, turn the key, and keep our coumse!. To try me with affliction ; had he rain'd
. All kinds of sores, and shames, on my bare head; Emil. Alas, what does this gentleman conSteep'd me in poverty to the very lips;
ceive?Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes; How do you, madam? how do you, my good I should have found in some part of my soul
lady? A drop of patience: but (alas !) to make me Des. 'Faith, half asleep. A fixed figure, for the time of scorn
Emil. Good madam, what's the matter with To point his slow unmoving finger at 0!0!
Des. With who?
. Why, with my lord, madam.
But what should go by water. Pr’ythee, to-night,
there! Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin; And call thy husband hither. Ay, there, look grim as hell !
Emil. Here is a change, indeed! [Esil
. Des. I hope, my noble lord esteems me ho Des. 'Tis meet I should be us'd so, very meet. nest.
How have I been behav'd, that he might stick Oth. O, ay; as summer flies are in the sham- The small'st opinion on my great'st abuse ?
bles, That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed,
Re-enter Emilia, with IAGO. Who art so lovely fair, and smell’st so sweet,
Iago. What is your pleasure, madam? How That the sense aches at thee.-'Would, thou
is it with you ? had'st ne'er been born!
Des. I cannot tell. Those, that do teach young
Do it with gentle means, and
I am a child to chiding.
. Alas, Iago, my lord hath so bewbor'd I should make very forges of my cheeks,
her, That would to cinders burn up modesty, Thrown
such despite and heavy terms upon her
, Did I but speak thy deeds.- What committed! As true hearts cannot bear. Heaven stops the nose at it, and the moon Des. Am I that name, lago? winks;
lago. What name, fair lady? The bawdy wind, that kisses all it meets,
Des. Such, as she says, my lord did say I was. Is hush'd within the hollow mine of earth, Emil
. He call'd her, whore; a beggar, in his And will not hear it: What committed !
drink, Impudent strumpet!
Could not have laid such termas upon his callet
. Des. By heaven, you do me wrong.
Iago. Why did he so ? Oth. Are not you a strumpet ?
Des. I do not know; I am sure, I am none Des. No, as I am a christian :
such. If to preserve this vessel for my lord,
lago. Do not weep, do not weep; Alas
, the From any other foul unlawful touch,
day! Be--not to be a strumpet, I am none.
Emil. Has she forsook so many noble matches, Oth. What, not a whore?
father, and her country, and her friends, Des. No, as I shall be saved.
To be cali'd-whore? would it not make one Oth. Is it possible ?
Weep? Des. O, heaven forgive us !
Des. It is my wretched fortune. Oth. I cry you mercy, then;
lago. Beshrew him for it! I took you for that cunning whore of Venice, How comes this trick upon him? That married with Othello. - You, mistress, Des. Nay, heaven doth know.
. I will be hang’d, if some eternal villain, Iago. What in the contrary? Some busy and insinuating rogue,
Rod. Every day thou doft'st me with some Some cogging cozening slave, to get some office, device, Iago ; and rather (as it seems to me now,) Have not devis'd this slander ; Il be hang d else. keep'st me froin all conveniency, than suppliest lago. Fye, there is no such man ; it is impos- me with the least advantage of hope. I will, insible.
deed, no longer endure it: Nor am I yet perDes. If any such there be, heaven pardon him ! suaded, to put up in peace what already I have Emil. A halter pardon him ! and hell gnaw foolishly suffered. his bones !
Iago. Will you hear me, Roderigo ? Why should he call her, whore? who keeps her Rod. 'Faith, I have heard too much; for your company?
words, and performances, are no kin together. What place? what time? what form ? what Iago. You charge me most unjustly. likelihood
Rod. With nought but truth. I have wasted The Moor's abus’d by some most villainous myself out of my means. The jewels you have knave,
had from me, to deliver to Desdemona, would Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fel- half have corrupted a votarist: You have told low:
me-she has received them, and returned me O heaven, that such companions thou’dst un expectations and comforts of sudden respect and
acquittance; but I find none.
Iago. Well; go to; very well.
nor 'tis not very well: By this hand, I say, it is Iago. Speak within door.
very scurvy; and begin to find myself fobbed in it. Emil . O, fye upon him! some such squire lago. Very well.
Rod. I tell you, 'tis not very well. I will That turn'd your wit the seamy side without, make myself known to Desdemona: If she will And made you to suspect me with the Moor. return me my jewels, I will give over my suit, Iago. You are a fool; go to.
and repent my unlawful solicitation : If not, asDes. O good lago,
sure yourself, I will seek satisfaction of you. What shall I do to win my lord again?
Iago. You have said now,
I protest intendment of doing.
hand, Roderigo : Thou hast taken against me a Delighted them in any other form;
most just exception; but, yet, I protest, I have Or that I do not yet, and ever did,
dealt most directly in thy affair. And ever will,—though he do shake me off Rod. It hath not appeared. To beggarly divorcement,-love him dearly, Iago. I grant, indeed, it hath not appeared ; Comfort forswear me ! Unkindness may do and your suspicion is not without wit and judgemuch ;
ment. But, Roderigo, if thou hast that within
Rod. Well, what is it? is it within reason,
Iago. Sir, there is especial commission come
from Venice, to depute Cassio in Othello's place. Iago. It is but so, I warrant you. [Trumpets. Rod. Is that true? Why, then Othello and Hark, how these instruments summon to sup- Desdemona return again to Venice.
Iago. O, no; he goes into Mauritania, and And the great messengers of Venice stay : takes away with him the fair Desdemona, unless Go in, and weep not; all things shall be well: his abode' be lingered here by some accident; [Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia. wherein none can be so determinate as the rea
moving of Cassio. Enter RODERIGO.
Rod. How do you mean-removing of him? How now, Roderigo ?
lago. Why, by making him incapable of Rod. I do not find, that thou deal’st justly Othello's place; knocking out his brains.
Rod. And that you would have me do?