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Iago.

Trust me, I fear it has. Than keep a corner in the thing I love, I hope, you will consider, what is spoke

For other's uses. Yet, 'tis the plague of great ones; Comes from my love ;-But, I do see you are Prerogativ'd are they less than the base; mov'd :

'Tis destiny unshunnable, like death ; I am to pray you, not to strain my speech

Even then this forked plague is fated to us,
To grosser issues,' nor lo larger reach

When we do quicken. Desdemona comes :
Than to suspicion.
Oth. I will not.

Enter Desdemona and Emilia, lago.

Should you do so, my lord, or she be false, 0, then heaven mocks itself!My speech should fall into such vile success

I'll not believe it. As my thoughts aim not at. Cassio's my worthy

Des.

How now, my dear Othello? friend :

Your dinner, and the generous islanders
My lord, I see you are mov'd.

By vou invited, do attend your presence.
Oth.
No, not much mov'd:-

Oth. I am to blame.
I do not think but Desdemona's honest.

Des. Why is your speech so faint ? are you not lago. Long live she so! and long live you to

well? think so!

Oth. I have a pain upon my forehead here. Olh. And yet, how nalure erring from itself,

Des. Faith, that's with watching ; 'twill away Iago. Ay, there's the point :-As,-lo be bold

again : with you,

Let me but bind it hard, within this hour Not to affect many proposed matches,

It will be well. Of her own clime, complexion, and degree;

Oth.

Your napkin' is too little; Whereto, we see, in all things nature tends :

(He puts the handkerchief from him, and Foh! one may smell, in such, a will most rank,

it drops. Foul disproportion, thoughts unnatural.

Let it alone. Come, I'll go in with you. But pardon me; I do not, in position,

Des. I am very sorry that you are not well. Distinctly speak of her : though I may fear,

Ereunt Oth, and Des. Her will, recoiling to her better judgment,

Emil. I am glad I have found this napkin; May fall' to match you with her country forms,

This was her first remembrance from the Moor: And (happily) repent.

My wayward husband hath a hundred times
Olh.
Farewell, farewell :

Woo'd me to steal it: but she so loves the token If more thou dost perceive, let me know more;

(For he conjur'd her, she should ever keep it,) Set on thy wife to observe: Leave me, lago. lago. My lord, I take my leave.

| That she reserves it evermore about her,

[Going. To kiss, and talk to. I'll have the work ta'er out, Oih. Why did I marry ? - This honest creature, And give it lago: doubtless,

What he'll do with it, heaven knows, not I; Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds.

ds: I nothing, but to please his fantasy. lago. My lord, I would, I might entreat your

Enter lago.
honour
To scan this thing no further; leave it to time: lago. How now! what do you here alone ?
And though it be Gt that Cassio have his place

Emil. Do not you chide; I have a thing for you. (For, sure, he fills it up with great ability,)

lago. A thing for me?-it is a common thing, Yel, if you please to hold him off a while,

Emil. Ha!
You shall by that perceive him and his means : Iago. To have a foolish wife.
Note, if your lady strain his entertainment?

Emil. O, is that all? What will you give me now With any strong or vehement opportunity;

For that same handkerchief? Much may be seen in that. In the mean time, Tago.

What handkerchiel? Let me be thought too busy in my fears

| Emil. What handkerchief? (As worthy cause I have, to fear-I am,)

Why, that the Moor first gave to Desdemona; frce, I do beseech your honour.

That which so often you did bid me steal. Oth. Fear not my government. "

Iago. Hast stolen it from her ? Jago. L'ance more take my leave.

(Exit. Emil. No, faith; she let it drop by negligence; Oih. This fellow's of exceeding honesty, And, to the advantage, I, being here, took't up. And knows all qualities, with a learned spirit, Look, here it is. of buman dealings: It'I do prove her haggard,

A good wench: give it me. Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings, Einil, What will you do with it, that you have I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind,

been so earnest To prey at fortune. Haply, for I am black;

To have me filch it? And have not those soft parts of conversation

Iago.

Why, what's that to you? That chamberers have ;--Or, for I am declin'd

[Snatching it. Into the vale of years ;-yet that's not much; Emil. If it be not for some purpose of import, She's gone; I am abus'd ; and my relief

Give it me again : Poor lady! she'll run mad, Must be-to loath her. O curse of marriage,

When she shall lack it. That we can call these delicate creatures ours, | lago. Be not you known of’t ;* I have use for it. And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad, Go, leave me.

[Erit Emilia And live upon the vapour of a dungeon,

I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin,

And let him find it: Trifles, light as air, (1) Conclusions.

Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong 12) Press hard his re-admission to his pay and office.

(5) Men of intrigue. (3) A species of hawk: also a term of reproach (6) When we begin to live, applied to a wanton.

iz) In the north of England this term for a hand(4) Straps of leather by which a hawk is held kerchief is still used. on the fist.

| (8) Seem as if you knew nothing of the matter.

As proofs of holy writ. This may do something. And loses that it works for.
The Moor already changes with my poison : | Oth.

By the world, Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons, I think my wife be honest, and think she is not ; Which, at the first, are scarce found to distaste; I think that thou art just, and think thou art not'; But, with a little act upon the blood,

I'll have some proof: Her name, that was as fresh Burn like the mines of sulphur.-I did say so: As Dian's visage, is now begrim'd and black Enter Othello.

As mine own face.--If there be cords, or knives,

Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams,
Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandragora, I'll not endure it. Would, I were satisfied !
Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,

lago. I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion : Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep I do repent me, that I put it to you. Which thou ow'dsto yesterday.

You would be satisfied ?
Oth.
Ha! ha! false to me? Oth.

Would ? pay, I will. To me ?

lago. And may: but, how ? how satisfied, my lago, Why, how now, general ? no more of that.

lord ? oih. Avaunt! be gone! thou hast set me on the Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on? rack:

Behold her tupp'd I swear, 'tis better to be much abus'd,

Oth. pp" Death and damnation! 0! Than but to know't a little.

lago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think, lago.

How now, my lord ? To bring them to that prospect : Damn them then, Oth. What sense had I of her stolen hours of lust? If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster, I saw it not, thought it not, it harm'd not me: More than their own! What then? how then ? I slept the next night well, was free and merry; What shall I say? Where's satisfaction? I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips :

It is impossible, you should see this, He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen, Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkies, Let him not know it, and he's not robb'd at all. As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross lago. I am sorry to hear this. .

As ignorance made drunk. But yet, I say, Oth. I had been happy, if the general camp, If imputation, and strong circumstances, Pioneers and all, had tasted her sweet body, Which lead directly to the door of truth, So I had nothing known: O now, for ever, Will give you satisfaction, you may have it. Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content! Oth, Give me a living reason she's disloyal. Farewell the plumad troop, and the big wars,

lago. I do not like the office: That make ambition virtue! 0, farewell!

But, sith I am enter'd in this cause so far,
Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, Prick'd to it by foolish honesty and love,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, I will go on. I lay with Cassio lately;
The royal banner; and all quality, ..

And, being troubled with a raging tooth,
Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! I could not sleep.
And you mortal engines, whose rude throats There are a kind of men so loose of soul,
'The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs;
Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone!

One of this kind is Cassio : lago. Is it possible !-My lord,-

In sleep I heard him say,-Sweet Desdemona, Oth. Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore ; Let us be wary, let us hide our loves ! Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof;

And then, sir, would he gripe, and wring my hand, [Taking him by the throat. Cry,--0, sucéet creature and then kiss me hard, Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul,

As if he pluck'd up kisses by the rools, Thou hadst been better have been born a dog, That grew upon my lips: then laid his leg "Than answer my wak'd wrath.

Over my thigh, and sigh'd, and kiss'd; and then lago.

Is it come to this ? Cried, - Cursed fate !that gave thee to the Moor! Oih. Make me to see it ; or (at the least) so Oth. O monstrous ! monstrous ! prove it,

lago.

Nay, this was but his dream. That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop,

Oih. But this denoted a foregone conclusion; To hang a doubt on: or, wo upon thy life! 'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream. lago. My noble lord,

Iago. And this may help to thicken other proofs, oth. If thou dost slander her, and torture me, That do demonstrate thinly. Never pray more: abandon all remorse ;*

Oth.

I'll tear her all to pieces. On horror's head horrors accumulate :

Iago. Nay, but be wise : yet we see nothing Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz'd,

done; For nothing canst thou to damnation add,

She may be honest yet. Tell me but this, Greater than that.

Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchier, Jago.

O grace! O heaven desend me! Spotted with strawberries, in your wife's hand ? Are you a man? have you a soul, or sense?

Oth. I gave her such a one; 'twas my first gift. God be wi' you; take mine office.--O wretched fool, lago. I know not that: but such a handkerchief That liv'st to make thine honesty a vice !

(I am sure it was your wife's,) did I to-day O monstrous world! Take note, take note, O world, See Cassio wipe his beard with. To be direct and honest, is not safe.

Oth.

If it be that, I thaok you for this profit; and, from hence

lago. Ir it be that, or any that was hers, I'll love no friend, since love breeds such offence. It speaks against her with the other proofs.

Oth. Nay, stay :-Thou should'st be honest. Oth, 0, that the slave had forty thousand lives, lago. I should be wise ; for honesty's a fool, One is too poor, too weak for my revenge!

Now do I see 'tis true.-Look here, lago; (1) The mandrake has a soporific quality. All my fond love thus I do blow to heaven: (2) Possessedst.

3) The vilest of the camp. Pioneers were gene- (4) All tenderness, all pity. rolly degraded soldiers.

115) Speaking, manifest. (6) Since.

born,

"Tis gone.

| Des. Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell! Full of crusadoes. And, but my noble Moor Yield up, O love, thy crown, and hearted throne,' Is true of mind, and made of no such baseness To tyrannous hate ! swell, bosom, with thy fraught,? | As jealous creatures are, it were enough For 'lis of aspics' tongues !

To put him to ill thinking. Iago. Pray, be content.

Emil.

Is he not jealous ? Oth.

O, blood, lago, blood !! Des. Who, he ? I think, the sun, where he was lago. Patience, I say; your mind, perhaps, may| change.

Drew all such humours from him. Oth. Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Emil.

Look, where he comes. Whose icy current and compulsive course

Des. I will not leave hiin now, till Cassio Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on

Be call'd to him. How is't with you, my lord ? To the Propontic, and the Hellespont; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace,

Enter Othello. Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, | Oth. Well, my good lady:-(Aside.] O, hardTill that a capables and wide revenge

ness to dissemble ! Swallow them up.-Now, by yond' marble heaven, How do you, Desdemona ? In the due reverence of a sacred vow (Kneels. Des.

Well, my good lord. I here engage my words.

Olh. Give me your hand : This hand is moist, Iago. Do not rise yet.com

my lady.

(Kneels. Des. It yet has selt no age, nor known no sortok. Witness, you ever-burning lights above !

Oth. This argues fruitfulness, and liberal heart;You elements that clip us round about!

Hot, hot, and moist: This hand of yours requires Witness, that here lago doth give up

A : quester from liberty, fasting and prayer, The execution of his wit, hands, heart,

Much castigation, exercise devout;
To wrong'd Othello's service! let him command, For here's a young and sweating devil here,
And to obey shall be in me remorse,

That commonly rebels. 'Tis a good hand,
What bloody work soever.

A frank one.
Oth.
I greet thy love,

Des. You may, indeed, say so; Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance boun- For 'twas that hand that gave away my heart, teous,

Oth. A liberal hand: The hearts of old, gare And will upon the instant put thee to't:

hands; Within these three days, let me hear thee say, But our new heraldry is hands, not hearts. That Cassio's not alive.

Des. I cannot speak of this. Come now, your lago. My friend is dead; 'tis done, at your re

promise. quest:

Oth. What promise, chuck ? But let her live.

Des. I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with Olho Damn her, lewd minx! O, damn her!

you. Come, go with me apart; I will withdraw,

Oth. I have a salt and sullen rheum offends me; To furnish me with some swift means of death Lend me thy handkerchies. For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant. Des.

Here, my lord. Iago. I am your own for ever. (Exeunt. Oth. That which I gave you.

Des. SCENE IV.- The same. Enter Desdemona,

'I have it not about me.

Oth. Not?
Emilia, and Clown.

Des. No, indeed, my lord.
Des. Do you know, sirrah, where lieutenant Oth.

That is a fault: Cassio lies?

That handkerchief
Clo. I dare not say, he lies any where? Did an Egyptian to my mother give;
Des. Why, man?

She was a charmer, and could almost read Clo. He is a soldier; and for me to say a soldier The thoughts of people: she told her, while she lies, is stabbing.

kept it, Des. Go to ; Where lodges he ?

"Twould make her amiable, and subdue my father Clo. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you Entirely to her love; but if she lost it, where I lie.

Or made a gift of it, my father's eye Des. Can any thing be made of this ?

Should hold her loathly, and his spirits should hunt Clo. I know not where he lodges; and for me After new (ancies : She, dying, gave it me: to devise a lodging, and say-he lies here, or he And bid me, when my late would have me wire, lies there, were to lie in my own throat.

To give it her. I did 80 : and take heed of't, Des. Can you inquire him out, and be edified Make it a darling like your precious eye; by report?

To lose or giv't away, were such perdition, Clo. I will catechize the world for him ; that is, As nothing else could match. make questions, and by them answer.

Is it possible? Des.' Seek him, bid him come hither : tell him, Oih. 'Tis true: there's magic in the web of it; I have moved my lord in his behall, and hope, all A sybil, that had number'd in the world will be well.

The sun to make two hundred compasses, Clo. To do this, is within the compass of man's In her prophetic fury sex'd the work: wit; and therefore I will attempt the doing it. (Er. The worms were hallow'd, that did breed the silk; Des. Where should I lose that handkerchier, And it was died in mummy, which the skilful Emilia ?

Conserv'd of maidens' hearts. Emil. I know not, madam.

(5) Not of malice to others, but of tenderness (1) The heart on which thou wast enthroned. for him. (2) Freight, load.

(6) A Portuguese coin. (3) Capacious.

(4) Embrace. ini Penance, discipline. (8) Enchantress.

Des.

Des.

Indeed! 'is't true? | And, certainly, in strange unquietness. Oth. Most veritable ; therefore look tot well. lago. Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon, Des. Then 'would to heaven, that I had never When it halh blown his ranks into the air ; seen it.

And, like the devil, from his very arm Oth. Ha! wherefore?

Puffd his own brother ;--and can he be angry? Des. Why do you speak so startingly and rash ?' Something of moment, then: I will go meet him; Oth. Is't lost! is't gone ? speak, is it out of the There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry. way?

Des. I pr'ythee, do s0.-Something, sure, of Des. Heaven bless us !

state.-

(Exit lago. Oth. Say you?

Either from Venice; or some unhatch'd practice, Des. It is not lost; But what an if it were ? Made démonstrable here in Cyprus to him, Oth. Ha!

Hath puddled his clear spirit; and, in such cases, Des. I say, it is not lost.

Men's natures wrangle with inferior things, Oth.

Fetch't, let me see it. Though great ones are their object. 'Tis even so; Des. Why, so I can, sir; but I will not now: For let our finger ache, and it indues This is a trick, to put me from my suit;

Our other healthful members ev'n to that sense I pray, let Cassio be receiv'd again.

of pain : Nay, we must think, men are not gods; och Fetch me that handkerchief: my mind Nor of them look for such observances misgives.

As fit the bridal.-Beshrew me much, Emilia, Des. Come, come ;

I was (unhandsome warrior as I am,) You'll never meet a more sufficient man.

Arraigning his unkindness with my soul; Olh. The handkerchief,

But now I find, I had suborn'd the witness, Des.

I pray, talk me of Cassio. And he's indited falsely. Oth. The handkerchief,

Emil. Pray heaven, it be state-matters, as you "A man that, all his time, think; Hath founded his good fortune on your love; And no conception, nor no jealous toy, Shar'd dangers with you;

Concerning you. Oth.

The handkerchief, Des. Alas, the day! I never gave him cause. Des. In sooth,

Emil. But jealous souls will not be answer'd s0; You are to blame.

They are not ever jealous for the cause,
Oth.
Away!

(Exit Othello. But jealous for they are jealous: 'tis a monster, Emil,

Is not this man jealous ? Begot upon itself, born on itself. Des. I ne'er saw this before

Des. Heaven keep that monster from Othello's Sure, there's some wonder in this handkerchief:

mind! I am most unhappy in the loss of it.

Emil. Lady, amen. 'Tis not a year or two shows us a man: Des. I will go seek him.-Cassio, walk hereabout: They are all but stomachs, and we all but food; if I do find him fit, I'll move your suit, They eat us hungerly, and when they are full, And seek to effect it to my uttermost. They belch us. Look you ! Cassio, and my husband. Cas. I humbly thank your ladyship. Enter Iago and Cassio.

(Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia. Iago. There is no other way; 'tis she must do't;

Enter Bianca. And, lo, the happiness! go, and importune her. | Bian. Save you, friend Cassio ! Des. How now? good Cassio? what's the news Cas.

What make you from home ? with you?

How is it with you, my most fair Bianca ? Cas. Madam, my former suit: I do bescech you, I'faith, sweet love, I was coming to your house. That, by your virtuous means, I may again | Bian. And I was going to your lodging, Cassio. Exist, and be a member of his love,

What! keep a week away? seven days and nights ? Whom I, with all the duty of my heart,

Eight score eight hours ? and lovers absent hours, Entirely honour; I would not be delay'd :

More tedious than the dial eight score times ? If my offence be of such mortal kind,

O weary reckoning! That neither service past, nor present sorrows, Cas.

Pardon me, Bianca; Nor purpos'd merit in futurity,

I have this while with leaden thoughts been press'd; Can ransom me into his love again,

But I shall, in a more continuate time, But to know so must be my benefit;

Strike off this score of absence. Sweet Bianca, So shall I clothe me in a fore'd content,

[Giving her Desdemona's handkerchief. And shut myself up in some other course,

Take me this work out, To fortune's alms.

Bian.

0, Cassio, whence came this? Des.

Alas! thrice-gentle Cassio, This is some token from a newer friend.
My advocation is not now in tune;

To the felt absence now I feel a cause:
My lord is not my lord ; nor should I know him, Is it come to this? Well, well.
Were he in favour,' as in humour, alter'd.

Cas.

Woman, go to ! So help me, every spirit sanctified,

Throw your vile guesses in the devil's teeth, As I have spoken for you all my best ;

From whence you have them. You are jealous now, And stood within the blank' of his displeasure, That this is from some mistress, some remembrance: For my free speech! You must a while be patient: No, in good troth, Bianca. What I can do, I will; and more I will,

Bian.

Why, whose is it? Than for myself I dare: let that suffice you.

Cas. I know not, sweet: I found it in my chamber, Jago. Is my lord angry!

I like the work well; ere it be demanded, Emil.

He went hence but now, (As like enough it will,) I'd have it copied : (1) Vehement, violent. (2) In countenance. 1 (6) Time less interrupted. (3) Within the shot of his anger.

| 17) The meaning is, 'not pick out the work, but (4) Treason. (5) The nuptial feast. copy this work in another handkerchief. VOL, II.

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Take it, and do it; and leave me for this time. fulsome.-Handkerchief-confessions, handkerBian. Leave you! wherefore!

chiel.-To confess, and be hanged for his labour, Cas. I do attend here on the general;

First to be hanged, and then to confess :-1 treoble And think it no addition, nor my wish,

at il. Nature would not invest herself in such To have bím see me woman'd.

shadowing passion, without some instruction. It is Bian,

Why, I pray you ? not words, that shake me thus :-Pish!-Noses, Cas. Not that I love you not.

ears, and lips :-Is it possible ?-Confess!-HandBian. But that you do not love me. kerchief!-0) devil !

(Falls in a trance. I pray you, bring me on the way a little ;

lago. Work on, And say, it'I shall see you soon at night.

My medicine, work! Thus credulous fools are Cas.' 'Tis but a little way, that I can bring you,

caught:Vor I attend here: but I'll see you soon.

And many worthy and chaste dames, even thus, Bian. "Tis very good ; I must be circumstanc'd. All guiltless meet reproach.-Whal, ho! my lord!

(Exeunt.

Enter Cassio.
My lord, I say! Othello !-How row, Cassio ?

Cas. What is the matter?
ACT IV.

Fago. My lord has fallen into an epilepsy ;

This is his second fit; he had one yesterday. SCENE I.-The same. Enter Othello, and Iago.

Cas. Rub him about the temples. lago. Will you think so?

lago.

No, forbear: Oih.

Think so, lago? | The lethargy must have his quiet course : lago.

What, if not, he foams at mouth; and, by and by, To klos in private ?

Breaks out to savage madness. Look, he stirs : Oth.

An unauthoriz'd kiss. Do you withdraw yourself a little while, lago. Or to be naked with her friend abed, He will recover straight; when he is gone, An hour, or more, not meaning any harm ?

I would on great occasion speak with you.Oth. Naked abed, logo, and not mean harm?

Erit Cascio. It is hypocrisy against the devil:

How is it, general ? have you not hurt your head? They that mean virtupusly, and yet do so,

Oth. Dost thou mock me? The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt lago.

I mock you! no, by heaven: heaven.

'Would you would bear your fortunes like a man. Tago. So they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip: Oth. A horned man's a monster, and a beast. But Ir i give my wife a handkerchiel,

Iago. There's many a beast then in a populous Oih. What then ?

city, lago. Why then 'tis hers, my lord; and, being And many a civil monster. hers,

Oth. Did he confess it ? She may, I think, bestow't on any man.

Good sir, be a man, Oth. She is protectress of her honour too;' Think, every bearded fellow, that's but yok'd, May she give that ?

May draw with you: there's millions now alive, lago. Her honour is an essence that's not seen ;/ That nightly lie in those unproper beds, They have it very oft, that have it not:

Which they dare swear peculiar; your case is better. But, for the handkerchief,

0, 'tis the spite of hell, the fiend's arch-mock, Oih. By heaven, I would most gladly have for- To lip a wanton in a secure couch, got it:

And to suppose her chaste! No, let me know; Thou said'st,--0, it comes o'er my memory, And, knowing what I am, I know what she shall be. As doth the raven o'er the infected house,

Oih. O, thou art wise; 'tis certain. Boding to all, he had my handkerchief.

lago.

Stand you a while apart; Iago. Ay, what of that 1

Confine yourself but in a patient list. Oih.

That's not so good, now. Whilst you were here, ere while mad with your grie lago. What, if I had said, I had seen hin do you (A passion most unsuiting such a man,) wrong?

Cassio came hither: I shifted him away, Or heard him say, Is knaves be such abroad, And laid good 'scuse upon your ecstacy; Who having, by their own importunate suit, Bade him anon return, and here speak with me;.. Or voluntary dotage of some mistress,

The which he promis'd. Do but encave yoursell, Convinced or supplied them, cannot choose And mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable scores, But they must blab

That dwell in every region of his face ; OU.

Hath he said any thing? For I will make him tell the tale anew,- . lagra. He hath, my lordd; but be you well as- Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when sur'd,

He hath, and is again to cope your wife ; No more than he'll unswear.

I say, but mark his gesture. Marry, patience;

What hath he said ?'Or I shall say, you are all in all ia spleen, laga. "Faith, that he did, I know not what he And nothing of a man. did.

Oth

Dost thou hear, lage 1 Oh, What? what?

I will be found most cunning in my patience;

But (dost thou hear !) most bloody.
With her?

That's not smiss;
Jaga. With her, on her; what you will. But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw!
O. Läe with her! lie on her! -We say, lie on

[Olballo m enos her, when they belie her: Lie with her! that's Now will I question Cassio of Bianca

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