Poor Cassio's smiles, gestures, and light behaviour, Quite in the wrong.-How do you now, lieutenant? Cas. The worser, that you give me the addition, Whose want even kills me. Iago. Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure of t. Now, if this suit lay in Bianca's power, How quickly should you speed? Cas. [Speaking lower. Alas, poor caitiff! [Aside. Oth. Look, how he laughs already! Jago. I never knew a woman love man so. Cas. Alas, poor rogue! I think, i'faith, she loves me. Tago. Do you hear, Cassio? [Aside. Oth. Now he importunes him To tell it o'er: Go to; well said, well said. [Aside. Iago. She gives it out, that you shall marry her: Do you intend it? Cas. Ha, ha ha! Oth. Do you triumph, Roman ? do you triumph? [Aside. Cas. I marry her!-what? a customer! I pr'ythee, bear some charity to my wit; do not think it so unwholesome. Ha, ha, ha! Oth. So, so, so, so: They laugh that win. [Aside. Ingo. 'Faith, the ery goes, that you shall marry her. Cas. Pr'ythee, say true, Iago. I am a very villain else. Oth. Have you scored me? Well. [Aside. Cas. This is the monkey's own giving out: she is persuaded I will marry her, out of her own love and flattery, not out of my promise. Oth. Iago beckons me; now he begins the story. [Aside. Cas. She was here even now; she haunts me in eve ry place. I was, the other day, talking on the sea-bank with certain Venetians; and thither comes this bauble by this hand, she falls thus about my neck Oth. Crying, O dear Cassio! as it were: his gesture imports it. [Aside. Cas. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me; so hales, and pulls me ba, ha, ha! Oth. Now he tells, how she plucked him to my chamber. O, I see that nose of yours, but not that dog I shall throw it to. Cas. Well, I must leave her company. Iago. Before me ! look where she comes. Enter Bianca. [Aside. Cas. 'Tis such another fitchew! marry a perfumed one. What do you mean by this haunti: g of me? Bian. Let the devil and his dam haunt you! What did you mean by that same handkerchief, you gave me even now? I was a fine fool to take it. I must take out the whole work?-A likely piece of work, that you should find it in your chamber, and not know who left it there! This is some minx's token, and I must take out the work? There,-give it your hobby-horse: wheresoever you had it, I'll take out no work on't. Cas. How now, my sweet Bianca? how now? how now? Oth. By heaven, that should be my handkerchief! [Aside. Bian. An you'll come to supper to-night, you may: an you will not, come when you are next prepared for. [Exit Bianca, Iago. After her, after her. Cas. 'Faith I must, she'll rail in the street else. lago. Will you sup there? Cas. 'Faith, I intend so. Iago. Well, I may chance to see you; for I would very fain speak with you. Cas. Prythee, come; Will you? Zago. Go to; say no more. [Exit Cassio. Oth. How shall I murder him, Iago? lago. Did you perceive how he laughed at his viee? Oth. O, lago! Jago. And did you see the handkerchief? Oth. Was that mine? lago. Yours, by this hand: and to see how he prizes the foolish woman, your wife! she gave it him, and he hath given it his whore. Oth. I would have him nine years a killing :— A fine woman! a fair woman! a sweet woman! lago. Nay, you must forget that. Oth. Ay, let her rot, and perish, and be damned tonight; for she shall not live: No, my heart is turned to stone; I strike it. and it hurts my hand. O, the world hath not a sweeter creature: she might lie by an emperor's side, and command him tasks. Iago. Nay, that's not your way. Oth. Hang her! I do but say what she is :-so delicate with her needle !-An admirable musician! O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear!-Of so high and plenteous wit and invention ! lago. She's the worse for all this. Oth. O, a thousand, a thousand times :-And then, of so gentle a condition! Iago. Ay, too gentle. Oth. Nay, that's certain: But yet the pity of it, lago!-O, Iago, the pity of it, Iago! Iago. If you are so fond over her inquity, give her patent to offend; for, if it touch not you, it comes near nobody. Oth. I will chop her into messes :-Cuckold me! Oth. With mine officer! Iago. That's fouler. Oth. Get me some poison, Lago; this night :-I'll not expostulate with her, lest her body and beauty unprovide my mind again :-this night, Lago. Iago. Do it not with poison, strangle her in her bed, Oth. Good, good: the justice of it pleases; very good. Enter Lodovico, Desdemona, and Attendants. Lod. 'Save you, worthy general! Oth. With all my heart, sir. Lod. The duke and senators of Venice greet you. [Gives him a packet. Oth. I kiss the instrument of their pleasures. [Opens the packet and reads. Des. And what's the news, good cousin Lodovico? Welcome to Cyprus. Lod. I thank you: How does lieutenant Cassio? Des. Cousin, there's fallen between him and my lord Des. My lord? Oth. This fail you not to do, as you will- [Reads. Des. My lord? Oth. Are you wise? Des. What, is he angry? Lod. 'May be, the letter mov'd him; Lod. My lord, this would not be believ'd in Venice, Though I should swear I saw it: 'Tis very much; Make her amends, she weeps. O devil, devil! Oth. Des. I will not stay to offend you. [Going. Lod. Truly, an obedient lady : I do beseech your lordship, call her back. Oth. Mistress, Des. Oth. My lord? What would you with her, sir? Lod. Who, I, my lord? Oth. Ay; you did wish, that I would make her turn? Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on, And turn again; and she can weep, sir, weep; [Exit Desdemona. Cassio shall have my place. And,—sir, to-night, I do entreat that we may sup together. You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus.-Goats and monkies: [Exit. Lod. Is this the noble Moor whom our full senate Call-all-in-all sufficient ?-this the noble nature |