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Oth. Why did I marry? This honest creature, Sees and knows more, much more, than he uofolds You shall by that perceive him and his means: Note, if your lady strain his entertainment
Much will be seen in that. In the mean time,
Oth. Certain, men should be what they seem. Iago. I am glad of this; for now I shall have reason lago. Why then,
To show the love and duty that I bear you I think that Cassio is an honest man.
With franker spirit: therefore, as I am bound,
Receive it from me. - I speak not yet of proof,
I would not have your free and noble natore,
Out of self-bounty, be abus'd; look to't:
I know our country disposition well;
their best COR false,
Iago. She did deceive her father, marrying you ;
She lov'd them most.
She that, so young, could give out such a seeming,
To seel 'her father's eyes up, close as oak, – Though I, perchance, am vicions in my guess, He thought, 'twas witchcraft: but I am much to blame; As, I confess, it is my nature's plague
I humbly do beseech you of your pardon,
For too much loving you.
Iago. I see, this hath a little dash'd your spirits.
I am to pray you, not to strain my speech
To grosser issues, nor to larger reach,
Oth. I will pot.
My speech should fall into such vile success 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands: As my thoughts aim not at. Cassio's my wortis But he, that filches from me my good name,
friend: Robs me of that, which not enriches him, My lord, I see you are mov'd. And makes me poor indeed.
Oth. No, not much mov'd: Och. By heaven, l'll know thy thought.
I do not think but Desdemona's honest. Iago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand; Iugo. Long live sheso! and long live you to think we! Nor shall not, whilst 'tís in my custody.
Oth. And yet, how nature erring from itselt,-, Oth. Ha!
lago. Ay, there's the point
. — As, – to be bold Iago. 0, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock
Not to affect many proposed matches,
Wherete, we see, in all things nature tends:
Foh! one may smell, in such, a will most rant, Who dotes, yet doubts ; suspects, yet strongly loves! Foul disproportion, thoughts unnatural
. Oth. O misery!
But pardon me! I do not, in position, Iago. Poor, and content, is rich, and rich enough; Distinctly speak of her: though I may fear, But riches, fineless, is as poor, as winter,
Her will, recoiling to her better judgment,
May fall to match you with her country forms,
Oth, Farewell, farewell!
If more thou dost perceive, let me know more;
Set on thy wife to observe. Leave me, lago! To follow still the changes of the moon
Iago. My lord, I take my leave! With fresh suspiciops? No; to be once in doubt, Is -- once to be resolv’d. Exchange me for a goat, doubtless, When I shall turn the business of my soul Matching thy in ference. Tis not to makeme jealous, Tuscan this thing no further ! leave it to time,
Iago. My lord, I would, I might entreat your honour To say — my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, And though it be ft, that Cassio have his place, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well;
(For, sure, he fills it up with great ability,)
Yet, if you please to hold him off a while,
With any strong or vehement opportunity;
Let me be thought too busy in my fears,
And hold her free, I do beseech your honour. Give it me again. Poor lady! she'll run mad,
When she shall lack it.
Go, leave me!
(Exit Emilia. And knows all qualities, with a learned spirit, I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin, of human dealings. If I do prove her haggard, And let him find it. Trifles, light as air, Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings, Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind, As proofs of holy writ. This may do something. To prey at fortune. Haply, for I am black; The moor already changes with my poison :And have not those soft parts of conversation Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons, That chamberers have: or, for I am declin'd Which, at the first, are scarce found to distaste; Into the vale of years ; — yet that's not much ; But, with a little act upon the blood, She's gone; I am abus'd; and my relief
Burn like the mines of sulphur. – I did say so. — Must be - to loath her. O curse of marriage,
Enter OtaeLLO. That we can call these delicate creatures ours, Look, where he comes! Not poppy, nor mandragora, And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, And live upon the vapour of a duogeon,
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep, Than keep a corner in the thing I love,
Which thou ow’dst yesterday. For other's uses. Yet, 'tis the plague of great ones;
Oth. Ha! ha! false to me? Prerogativ'd are they less than the base :
To me? 'Tis destiny unshunnable, like death;
Iago. Why, how now, general ? no more of that. Even then this forked plague is fated to us, Oih. Avaunt! be gone! thou hast set me on the When we do quicken. Desdemona comes :
I swear, 'tis better to be much abus'd,
Iugo. How now, my lord ?
Oth. What sense had I of her stolen hours of lust? Your dinner, and the generous islanders
I saw it not, thought it not, it harm'd pot me: By you invited, do attend your presence.
I slept the next night well, was free and merry; Oth. I am to blame.
I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips : Des. Why is your speech so faint ? are you not well? He that is robb’d, not wanting what is stolen, Oth. I have a pain upon my forehead here. Let him not know it, and he's not rubb'd at all. Des. Faith, that's with watching; 't will away again : Iago. I am sorry to hear this. Let me but bind it hard, within this hour
oth. I had been happy, if the general camp, It will be well.
Pioneers and all, had tasted her sweet body,
So I had nothing known. O now, for ever,
Farewell the plamed troop, and the big wars,
That make ambitiou virtue! O farewell! Des. I am very sorry that you are not well. Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,
(Exeunt Oth. and Des. The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, Emil. I am glad I have found this napkin; The royal banner; and all quality, This was her first remenibrance from the Moor; Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! My wayward husband hath a hundred times And o, you mortal engines, whose rude throats Woo'd me to steal it; but she so loves the token, The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, (For he conjur'd her, she would ever keep it,) Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone! That slie reserves it evermore about her,
Iago. Is it possible? - My lord, To kiss, and talk to. l'll have the work ta'en out, Oth. Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore; And give it Jago;
Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof; What he'll do with it, heaven knows, not I;
[Taking him by the throat. I nothing, but to please his fantasy.
Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul,
Thou hadst been better have been born a dog,
That the probation bear no hinge, norloop, lago. To have a foolish wife.
To hang a doubt on; or, woe upon thy life!
Oth, If thou dost slander her, and torture me, Jago. What handkerchief?
Never pray more: abandon all remorse: Emil. What handkerchief?
On horror's head, horrors accumulate: Why, that the Moor first gave to Desdemona; Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz'd, That which so often you did bid me steal.
For nothing canst thou to damnation add, lago. Hast stolen it from her ?
Greater than that.
God be wi' you; take mine office.-0 wretched fool, Iugo. A good wench; give it me!
That liv'st to make thine honesty a vice! Emil. What will you do with it, that you have been o monstrous world! Take note, take note, O world,
To be direct and honest, is not safe.To have me filch it?
I thank you for this profit; and, from hence, Iago. Why, what's that to you? (Snatching it. I'll love no friend, since love breeds such offence. Emil. If it be not for some purpose of import, Oth. Nay, stay! - Thou should'st be honest.
Jago. I should be wise; for honesty's a fool, To tyrannous hate! swell, bosom, with thy fraught,
For 'tis of aspics' tongues!
Iago. Pray, be content!
Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps dae on
Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love,
Till that a capable and wide revenge
Swallow them up.-Now, by yond marble heaven,
lago. Do not rise yet!
Witness, you ever-burning lights above!
The execution of his wit, haods, heart,
To wrong'd Othello's service! let him command,
And to obey shall be in me remorse,
What bloody work soever.
And will upon the instant put thee to't:
That Cassió's not alive.
I give you satisfaction, you may have it. Iago. My friend is dead; 'tis done at your request
Oth. Damn her, lewd minx ! O, damg her!
For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant.
Iago. I am your own for ever.
SCENE IV. - The same.
Enter Desdemona, Emilia, and Clown.
Des. Do you know, sirrah, where lieutenant Cassio
Clo. I dare not say, he lies any where.
lies is stabbing.
Des. Go to; where lodges he?
Des. Can any thing be made of this?
Clo. I know not where he lodges; and for me to
Clo. I will catechise the world for him;
Des. Seek him, bid him come hither: tell him,
Oth. I gave her such a one ; 'twas my first gift. Clo. To do this, is within the compass of man's uit;
Emil. I know not, madam!
Des. Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse
Oth. O, that the slave had forty thousand lives; As jealous creatures are, it were enouglı
Emil. Is he not jealous ?
Drew all such humours from him.
kept Twould Eotirely Or made Should h
Make it To lose ds noth Des. I
Des. Oth. Des. Oth.
Oth. Des. This i
Be call’d to him.-How is't with you, my lord ? You'll never meet a more sufficient man.
Oth. The handkerchief!-
Oth. The handkerchief!-
Des. A man that, all his time,
Hath founded his good fortune on your love;
Oth. The handkerchief!
[Exit Othello. A sequester from liberty, fasting and prayer, — Emil. Is not this man jealons ? Much castigation, exercise devout;
Des. I ne'er saw this before. For here's a young and sweating devil here, Sure, there's some wonder in this handkerchief: That commonly rebels. 'Tis a good hand, I am most unhappy in the loss of it. A frank one.
Emil. 'Tis not a year or two shows us a man: Des. You may, indeed, say so ;
They are all but stomachs, and we all but food; For 'twas that hand, that gave away my heart. They eat ns hurgerly, and when they are full, Oth. A liberal hand: the hearts, of old, gave hands; They belch us. Look you! Cassio , husBut our new heraldry is—hands, not hearts.
Enter Iago and Cassio.
Iago. There is no other way; 'tis she must do't;
Cas. Madam, my former suit. I do beseech you,
That, by your virtuous means, I may again
Exist, and be a member of his love,
Whom I, with all the duty of my heart,
Entirely honour; I would not be delay'd :
If my offence be of such mortal kind,
That neither service past, nor present sorrows, Did an Egyptian to my mother give:
Nor purpos’d merit in futurity, She was a charmer, and could almost read
Can ransome me into his love again, The thoughts of people: she told her, while she But to know so must be my benefit; kept it,
So shall I clothe me in a forc'd content, 'Twould make her amiable, and subdue my father And shut myself up in some other course, Entirely to her love; but if she lost it,
To fortune's alms. Or made a gift of it, my father's eye
Des. Alas! thrice-gentle Cassio, Should hold her loathly, and his spirits should hunt My advocation is not now in tune; After new fancies. She, dying, gave it me ; My lord is not my lord; nor should I know him, And bid me, when my fate would have me wive, Were he in favour, as in humour, alter'd. To give it her. I did so: and take heed of't, So help me, every spirit sanctified, Make it a darling like your precious eye;
As I have spoken for you all my best; To lose or give't away, were such perdition, and stood within the blank of his displeasure, As nothing else could match.
For my free speech! You must a while be patient: Des. It is possible?
What I can do, I will; and more I will,
Iago. Is my lord angry?
Emil. He went hence but now, In her prophetic fury sew'd the work:
And, certainly, in strange anquietness. The worms were hallow'd, that did breed the silk; Tage. Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon, And it was died in mummy, which the skilful When it hath blown his ranks into the air; Conserv'd of maidens' hearts.
And, like the devil, from his very arm Des. Indeed! is't true?
Pull'd his own brother; and can he be angry? Oth. Most veritable; therefore look to't well. Something of moment, then: I will go meet him; Des. Then 'would to heaven, that I had never seen it. There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry. Oth. Ha! wherefore?
Des. I prythee, do so!--Something, sure, of state, Des. Why do you speak so startingly and rash?
(Exit Iago. Oth. Is't lost? is’t gone? speak, is it out of the Either from Venice; or some unhatch'd practice, way?
Made demonstrable here in Cyprus to him, Des. Heaven bless us !
Hath puddled his clear spirit: and, in such cases, Oth. Say you?
Men's natures wrangle with inferior things, Des. It is not lost; but what an if it were? Though great ones are their object. 'Tis even so; Oth. Ha!
For let our finger ache, and it endues Des. I say, it is not lost.
Our other healthful members ev'n to that sense Oth. Fetch't, let me see it.
of pain. Nay, we must think, men are not gods ; Des. Why, so I can, sir, but I will not now;
Nor of them look for such observances This is a trick, to put me from my suit;
As fit the bridal. — Beshrew me much, Emilia, I pray, let Cassio be receiv'd again.
I was (anhandsome warrior as I am,) Oth. Fetch me that handkerchief; my mind mis- Arraigning his unkindness with my soul; gives.
But now I find, I had suborn'd the witness, Des. Come, come!
And he's indited falsely.
How is it, general? have you not hurt your head?
Emil. Pray heaven, it be state matters, as you, Oth. Naked abed, Jago, and not mean harm? think;
It is hypocrisy against the devil: And no conception, nor no jealous toy,
They that mean virtuously, and yet do so,
The devil their virtue tempts, and they temptheaven.
Oth. What then?
Oth. She is protectress of her honour too;
May she give that?
They have it very oft, that have it not:
But, for the handkerchief, Cas. I humbly thank your ladyship.
Oth. By heaven, I would most gladly have forgot (Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia.
it: Enter BIANCA.
Thon said'st, - 0, it comes o'er my memory, Bian. Save you, friend Cassio !
As doth the raven o'er the infected house, Cas. What make you from home?
Boding to all, - he had
handkerchief. How is it with you, my most fair Bianca ?
Jago. Ay, what of that?
Bian. And I was going to your lodging, Cassio. Iago. What, if I had said, I had seen him do pea
Or voluntary dotage of some mistress,
Convinc'd or supplied them, cannot choose
Och. Hath he said any thing?
Iago. He hath, my lord! but be you well assar'd, (Giving her Desdemona's handkerchief. No more than he'll unswear. Take me this work out.
Oth. What hath he said? Bian. O Cassio, whence came this?
Iago. 'Faith, that he did, -I know not what he This is some token from a newer friend.
did. To the felt absence now I feel a cause :
Oth. What? what? Is it come to this? Well, well!
Iago. Lie —
Oth. With her?
confessions, handka No, in good troth, Bianca!
chief. – To confess, and be hanged for his labour.Bian. Why, whose is it?
First, to be hanged, and then to confess:--tremble Cas. I know not, sweet: I found it in my chamber. at it. Nature would not invest herself in such shaI like the work well; ere it be demanded,
dowing passion, without some instruction. It is not (As like enough it will,) I'd have it copied :
words, that shake me thus: - Pish! - Noses, ears, Take it, and do't; and leave me for this time.
and lips! - Is it possible ? — Confess! – Handkero Bian. Leave you! wherefore?
chief!- O devil! Cus. I do attend here on the general;
Iago. Work on, And think it no addition, nor my wish,
My medicine, work! Thus credulous fools are To have him see me woman'd,
caught; Bian. Why, I pray you?
And many worthy and chaste dames, even thos
, Cas. Not that I love you not.
All guiltless meet reproach. - What, ho! my lord'
My lord, I say! Othello! – How now, Cassio?
Iugo. My lord is fallen into an epilepsy;
[Exeunt. Cas. Rib him about the temples.
Iago. No, forbear!
The lethargy must have his quiet course :
If not, he foams at mouth; and, by and by;
Breaks out to savage madness. Look, he stars:
Do you withdraw yourself a little while,
He will recover straight; when he is gone,
I would on great occasion speak with you.
Oth, Dost thou mock me?
Iago. I mock you! no, by heaven! An hour, or more, not meaning any harm?
l'Would, you would bear your fortunes like a man.
(Falls in a trance.