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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,
Oth. Nay, yet there's more in this:

Receive it from me. - I speak not yet of proof,
I pray thee, speak to me as to thy thinkings, Look to your wife; observe her well with Cassio;
As thou dost ruminate; and give thy worst of thoughts Wear your eye — thus, pot jealous, nor secure:
The worst of words.

I would not have your free and noble natore,
Iago. Good my lord, pardon me!

Out of self-bounty, be abus'd; look to't:
Though I am bound to every act of duty,

I know our country disposition well;
I am not bound to that all slaves are free to. In Venice they do let heaven see the pranks
Utter my thoughts! Why, say, they are vile and They dare not show their husbands;

their best COR false,

science
As where's that palace, whereinto foul things Is — not to leave undone, but keep unknown.
Sometimes intrude not? who has a breast so pure, Oth. Dost thou say so?
But some uncleanly apprehensions

Iago. She did deceive her father, marrying you ;
Keep leets, and law-days, and in session sit And, when she seem'd to shake, and fear your looks,
With meditations lawful?

She lov'd them most.
Oth. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago, Oth. And so she did.
If thou but think'st him wrong'd, and mak’st his ear Iago. Why, go to, then!
A stranger to thy thoughts.

She that, so young, could give out such a seeming,
Iago. I do beseech you,

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,
To spy into abuses; and oft, my jealousy

For too much loving you.
Shapes faults that are not, I entreat you then, Oth. I am bound to thee for ever.
From one that so imperfectly conjects,

Iago. I see, this hath a little dash'd your spirits.
You'd take no notice; nor build yourself a trouble och. Not a jot, not a jot.
Out of his scattering and unsure observance: Iago. Trust me, I fear it has.
It were not for your quiet, nor your good, I hope, you will consider, what is spoke
Nor for my manhood, honesty, or wisdom, Comes from my love;—but, I do see you are mor'd-
To let you know my thoughts.

I am to pray you, not to strain my speech
Oth. What dost thou mean?

To grosser issues, nor to larger reach,
Iago. Good name in man and woman, dearmy lord, Than to suspicion.
Is the immediate jewel of their souls :

Oth. I will pot.
Who steals my purse, steals trash : 'tis something, Iago. Should you do so, my lord,
nothing;

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,
The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss, Of her own clime, complexion, and degree.
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;

Wherete, we see, in all things nature tends:
But, o, what damned minutes tells he o'er,

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,
To him that ever fears he shall be poor:

May fall to match you with her country forms,
Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend And (hapily) repent.
From jealousy!

Oth, Farewell, farewell!
Oth. Why? why is this?
Think'st thou, I'd make a life of jealousy,

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,)
Where virtue is, these are more virtuous:
Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw

Yet, if you please to hold him off a while,
The smallest fear, or doubt of her revolt ;
For she had eyes, and chose me. No, lago;
I'll see, before I doubt; when I doubt, prove ;

With any strong or vehement opportunity;
And, on the proof, there is no more but this, -
Away at once with love, or jealousy.

Let me be thought too busy in my fears,
(As worthy cause I have, to fear I am,)

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And hold her free, I do beseech your honour. Give it me again. Poor lady! she'll run mad,
Oth. Fear not my government.

When she shall lack it.
Iago. I once more take my leave. (Exit. Iago. Be not you kuown of't; I have use for it.
oth. This fellow's of exceeding honesty,

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 :

rack:
Enter DESDEMONA and Emilia,

I swear, 'tis better to be much abus'd,
If she be false, 0, then heaven mocks itself! Than but to know't a little.
Liv I'll not believe it.

Iugo. How now, my lord ?
Des. How now, my dear Othello?

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,
Oth. Your napkin is too little ;

So I had nothing known. O now, for ever,
[Ile puts the handkerchief from him, Farewell the tranquil mind: farewell content!
and it drops.

Farewell the plamed troop, and the big wars,
Let it alone! Come, I'll go in with you!

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,
Enter Iago.

Thou hadst been better have been born a dog,
Jago. How now! what do you here alone? Than answer my wak'd wrath!
Emil. Do not you chide: I have a thing for you. Iago. 13 it come to this?
Iago. A thing for me? — It is a common thing. oil. Make me to see it; or (at the least) so prove it,
Emil. Ha !

That the probation bear no hinge, norloop, lago. To have a foolish wife.

To hang a doubt on; or, woe upon thy life!
Emil. O, is that all? What will you give me now lago. My noble lord,
For that same handkerchief?

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.
Emil. No, faith, she let it drop by negligence; Iago. O grace! O heaven defend me!
And, to the advantage, I, being here, took't up. Are you a man? have you a soul or sense?
Look, here it is!

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.

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Jago. I should be wise; for honesty's a fool, To tyrannous hate! swell, bosom, with thy fraught,
And loses that it works for.

For 'tis of aspics' tongues!
Oth. By the world,

Iago. Pray, be content!
I think my wife be honest, and think she is not; Oih. O, blood, Jago, blood!
I think that thou art just, and think thou art not; lago, Patience, I say! your mind, perhaps, may
I'll have some proof. Her name, that was as fresh, change.
As Dian's visage, is now begrin'd and black Oth. Never, lago! Like to the Pontic sea,
As mine own face. If there be cords, or kuives, Whose icy current and compulsive course
Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams,

Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps dae on
I'll pot endure it.- Would I were satisfied! To the Propontic, and the Hellespont;
Iago. I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent race,
I do repent me, that I put it to you.

Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love,
You would be satisfied ?

Till that a capable and wide revenge
Oth. Would! nay, I will !

Swallow them up.-Now, by yond marble heaven,
Iago. And may. But, how? how satisfied, my lord? In the due reverence of a sacred vow (Kneels.
Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on? I here engage my words!
Behold her tupp'd ?

lago. Do not rise yet!

(Knees.
Oth. Death and damnation! O!

Witness, you ever-burning lights above!
Iugo. It were a tedious difficulty, I think, You elements that clip us round about!
To bring them to that prospect: damn them ther, Witness, that here lago doth give up
If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster,

The execution of his wit, haods, heart,
More than their own! What then? how then?

To wrong'd Othello's service! let him command,
What shall I say? Where's satisfaction ?

And to obey shall be in me remorse,
It is impossible you should see this,

What bloody work soever.
Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys, Oth. I greet thy love,
As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bonnțeous
As ignorance made drunk. But yet 1 say,

And will upon the instant put thee to't:
If imputation, and strong circumstances;-- Within these three days let me hear thee say,
Which lead directly to the door of truth,-

That Cassió's not alive.
Will

I give you satisfaction, you may have it. Iago. My friend is dead; 'tis done at your request
Oth. Give me a living reason she's disloyal. But let her live.
Iago. I do not like the office:

Oth. Damn her, lewd minx ! O, damg her!
But, sith I am enter'd in this cause so far, - Come, go with me apart! I will withdraw,
Prick'd to it by foolish honesty and love, - To furnish me with some swift nieans of death
I will go on. I lay with Cassio lately;

For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant.
And being troubled with a raging tooth,

Iago. I am your own for ever.

(Exean.
I could not sleep.
There are a kind of men so loose of soul,

SCENE IV. - The same.
That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs ;

Enter Desdemona, Emilia, and Clown.
One of this kind is Cassio :

Des. Do you know, sirrah, where lieutenant Cassio
In sleep I heard him say, - Sweet Desdemona, lies?
Let us be wary, let us hide our loves!

Clo. I dare not say, he lies any where.
And then, sir, would he gripe, and wring my hand, Des. Why, man?
Cry-0, sweet creature ! and then kiss me hard, Clo. He is a soldier; and for me to say a soldier
As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots,

lies is stabbing.
That grew upon my lips: then laid lis leg

Des. Go to; where lodges he?
Over my thigh, and sigh'd, and kiss'd; and then, Clo. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell where
Cry'd - Cursed fate! that gave thee to the Moor! I lie.
Oth. O monstrous! monstrous !

Des. Can any thing be made of this?
Iago. Nay, this was but his dream.

Clo. I know not where he lodges; and for me to
Oih. But this denoted a foregone conclusion; devise a lodging, and say he lies here, or he lies
'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream. there, were to lie in my own throat.
Iago. And this may help to thicken other proofs, Des. Can you enquire him out, and be ediled by
That do demonstrate thinly.

report?
Oth, I'll tear her all to pieces.

Clo. I will catechise the world for him;
Iago. Nay, but be wise; yet we see nothing done; questions, and by them answer.
She may be honest yet. Tell me but this,

Des. Seek him, bid him come hither: tell him,
Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief, have moved my lord in his behalf, and hope
Spotted with strawberries, in your wife's hand ? will be well.

Oth. I gave her such a one ; 'twas my first gift. Clo. To do this, is within the compass of man's uit;
Iago. I know not that: but such a handkerchief, and therefore I will attempt the doing it. Este
(I am sure it was your wife’s) did I to-day Des. Where should I lose that handkerchief, Emilia?
See Cassio wipe his beard with.

Emil. I know not, madam!
Oth. If it be that, -

Des. Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse
Iago. If it be that, or any that was hers, Full of cruzadoes. And, but my noble Moor
It speaks against her with the other proofs. Is true of mind, and made of no such baseness,

Oth. O, that the slave had forty thousand lives; As jealous creatures are, it were enouglı
One is too poor, too weak for my revenge! To put him to ill thinking.
Now do I see 'tis true. - Look here, lago!

Emil. Is he not jealous ?
All my fond love thus I do blow to heaven : Des. Who, he? I think the sun, where he was bort,
'Tis gone!-

Drew all such humours from him.
Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell, Emil. Look, where he comes.
Yield up, O love, thy crown, and hearted throne, Des. I will not leave him now, till Cassio

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Enter OTHELLO.

Oth. The handkerchief!-
Oth. Well, my good lady:-[Aside.] 0, hardness to Des. I pray, talk to me of Cassio.
dissemble!

Oth. The handkerchief!-
How do you, Desdemona ?

Des. A man that, all his time,
Des. Well, my good lord!

Hath founded his good fortune on your love;
Oth. Give me your hand! This hand is moist, my Shar'd dangers with you;
lady!

Oth. The handkerchief!
Des. It yet has felt no age, nor known no sorrow. Des. In sooth,
Oth. This argues fruitfulness, and liberal heart; You are to blame.
Hot, hot, and moist. This hand of yours requires

Oth. Away!

[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.

band,
Des. I cannot speak of this. Come now, your promise.

Enter Iago and Cassio.
Oth. What promise, chuck ?

Iago. There is no other way; 'tis she must do't;
Des. I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you. And, lo, the happiness! go, and impórtupe her.
Oth. I have a salt and sullen rheum oflends me; Des. How now, good Cassio? what's the news with
Lend me thy handkerchief.
Des. Here, my lord !

Cas. Madam, my former suit. I do beseech you,
Oth. That which I gave you.

That, by your virtuous means, I may again
Des. I have it not about me.

Exist, and be a member of his love,
Oth. Not?

Whom I, with all the duty of my heart,
Des. No, indeed, my lord !

Entirely honour; I would not be delay'd :
Oth. That is a fault:

If my offence be of such mortal kind,
That handkerchief

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,
Oth. 'Tis true: there's magic in the web of it: Than for myself I dare: let that suffice you.
A sibyl, that had number'd in the world

Iago. Is my lord angry?
The sun to make two hundred compasses,

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.

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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,
Concerning you.

The devil their virtue tempts, and they temptheaven.
Des. Alas, the day! I never gave him cause. lago. So they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip:
Emil. But jealous souls will not be answer'd so; But if I give my wife a handkerchief, –
They are not ever jealous for the cause,

Oth. What then?
But jealous, for they are jealous : 'tis a monster, Iago. Why, then 'tis hers, my lord; and, being
Begot upon itself, born on itself.

hers,
Des. Heaven keep that monster from Othello's She may, I think, bestow't on any man.
mind!

Oth. She is protectress of her honour too;
Emil. Lady, amen!

May she give that?
Des. I will go seek him.-- Cassio, walk hereabout: lago. Her hononr is an essence that's not seen;
If I do find him fit, I'll move your snit,

They have it very oft, that have it not:
And seek to etlect it to my uttermost.

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

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handkerchief. How is it with you, my most fair Bianca ?

Jago. Ay, what of that?
l'faith, sweet love, I was coming to your house. Oih. That's not so good, now.

Bian. And I was going to your lodging, Cassio. Iago. What, if I had said, I had seen him do pea
What! keep a week away? seven days and nights? wrong?
Eight score eight hours; and lovers absent hours, Or heard him say, - As knaves be such abroad,
More tedious, than the dial eight score times ? Who having, by their own importanate suit,
O weary reckoning!

Or voluntary dotage of some mistress,
Cas. Pardon me, Bianca!

Convinc'd or supplied them, cannot choose
I have this while with leaden thoughts been press'd; But they must blab
But I shall, in a more continuate time,

Och. Hath he said any thing?
Strike off this score of absence. Sweet Bianca,

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 —
Cas. Woman, go to!

Oth. With her?
Throw your vile guesses in the devil's teeth, Iago. With her, on her; what yon

will.
From whence you have them. You are jealous now, oih. Lie with her! lie on her! – We say, liens
That this is from some mistress, some remem- her, when they belie her: lie with her! that's ful-
brance:

Handkerchief,

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'
Bian. But that you do not love me.
I pray you, bring me on the way a little;

Enter Cassio.
And say, if I shall see you soon at night.

My lord, I say! Othello! – How now, Cassio?
Cas. 'Tis but a little way, that I can bring you, Cas. What is the matter?
For I attend here: but I'll see you soon.

Iugo. My lord is fallen into an epilepsy;
Bian. 'Tis very good; I must be circumstanc'd. This is his second fit; he had one yesterday.'

[Exeunt. Cas. Rib him about the temples.

Iago. No, forbear!
A CT IV.

The lethargy must have his quiet course :

If not, he foams at mouth; and, by and by;
SCENE I. - The same.

Breaks out to savage madness. Look, he stars:
Enter OTHELLO and Iago.

Do you withdraw yourself a little while,
Iago. Will you think so ?

He will recover straight; when he is gone,
Oth. Think so, Iago ?

I would on great occasion speak with you.
Iago. What,
To kiss in private ?
Och. An unauthoriz'd kiss.

Oth, Dost thou mock me?
Iago. Or to be naked with her friend abed,

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.

Nor will
A housew
Buys her
That dote
To begui
He, wher
From the

some.

(Falls in a trance.

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Exit Cassio.

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