CASS. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me; SO hales, and pulls me: ha, ha, ha !—

OTH. Now he tells how she pluck'd him to my chamber.

Enter BIANCA.

BIAN. 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? There,-give it your hobby-horse: wheresoever you had it, I'll take out no work on't.

Отн. By Heaven, that should be my handkerchief!” ACT IV. S. 1.

Had it pleased Heaven

OTH. O Desdemona!-away! away! away!

To try me with affliction; had he rain'd

All kind of sores and shames on my bare head;
Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips;

Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes;
I should have found in some part of my soul

A drop of patience: but, alas! to make me
A fixed figure, for the time of scorn
To point his slow unmoving finger at,—
O! O!

Yet could I bear that too; well, very well:
But there, where I have garner'd up my heart;
Where either I must live, or bear no life;
The fountain from the which my current runs,
Or else dries up; to be discarded thence!

DES. I hope my noble lord esteems me honest.
OTн. O, ay! as summer flies are in the shambles,
That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed!"
ACT IV. S. 2.