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Enter OTHELLO, and IAGO, at a distance.

Emil. Madani, here comes My lord.

Cus. Madam, I'll take my leave. Des. Why, stay,

And hear me speak.

Cas. Madam, not now; I am very ill at ease, Unfit for mine own purposes. Des. Well, well,

Do your discretion.

[Exit CASSIO.

lago. Ha! I like not that. Oth. What dost thou say? lago. Nothing, my lord: or if I know not what.

Oth. Was not that Cassio, parted from my wife?

Iago. Cassio, my lord? No, sure, I cannot

think it,

That he would steal away so guilty-like,
Seeing you coming.

Oth. I do believe 'twas he.

Des. How now, my lord?

I have been talking with a suitor here,
A man that languishes in your displeasure.
Oth. Who is't you mean?

Des. Why, your lieutenant Cassio. Good my lord,

If I have any grace, or power to move you,
His present reconciliation take;

For, if he be not one that truly loves you,
That errs in ignorance, and not in cunning
I have no judgement in an honest face:
I pr'ythee, call him back.

Oth. Went he hence now?

Des. Ay, sooth; so humbled,

That he hath left part of his grief with me;
I suffer with him. Good love, call him back.
Oth. Not now, sweet Desdemona; some
other time.

Des. But shall't be shortly?

Oth. The sooner, sweet, for you. Des. Shall't be to-night at supper?

Oth. No, not to-night.

Des. To-morrow dinner then?

Oth. I shall not dine at home; I meet the captains at the citadel.

Des. Why then, to-morrow night; or Tuesday morn; [morn;Or Tuesday noon, or night; or Wednesday I pray thee, name the time; but let it not Exceed three days: in faith, he's penitent; And yet his trespass, in our common reason, (Save that, they say, the wars must make examples

Out of their best,+) is not almost a fault
To incur a private check: When shall he come?
Tell me, Othello. I wonder in my soul,
What you could ask me, that I should deny,
Or stand so mammerington. What! Michael
Cassio,
[time,
That came a wooing with you; and many a
When I have spoke of you dispraisingly,
Hath ta'en your part; to have so much to do
To bring him in! Trust me, I could do
much,-

Oth. Pr'ythee, no more: let him come when he will; I will deny thee nothing.

Des. Why, this is not a boon; "Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves, Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you Or sue to you to do peculiar profit [warm; To your own person: Nay, when I have a suit, Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed,

• Knowledge.

+ Best men.

* Hesitating.

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Iago. Think, my lord?

Oth. Think, my lord!

By heaven, he echoes me,

As if there were some monster in his thought Too hideous to be shown.-Thou dost mean something: [that,

I heard thee say but now,-Thou lik'dst not When Cassio left my wife; What didst not like?

And, when I told thee-he was of my counsel
In my whole course of wooing, thou criedst,
Indeed?
[ther,
And didst contract and purse thy brow toge
As if thou then had'st shut up in thy brain
Some horrible conceit: If thou dost love me,
Show me thy thought.

Iago. My lord, you know I love you. Oth. I think, thou dost; [honesty, And, for I know thou art full of love and And weigh'st thy words before thou_giv'st them breath,[more: Therefore these stops of thine fright me the For such things in a false disloyal knave, Are tricks of custom; but, in a man that's just, They are close denotements, working from the That passion cannot rule. [heart,

Iago. For Michael Cassio,

I dare be sworn, 1 think that he is honest.
Oth. I think so too.

Iago. Men should be what they seem; Or, those that be not, 'would they might seem none !

Oth. Certain, men should be what they seem.
Ingo. Why, then,

I think that Cassio is an honest man.
Oth. Nay, yet there's more in this:

I pray thee, speak to me as to thy thinkings,

* Weight.

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As thou dost ruminate; and give thy worst | Where virtue is, these are more virtuous:* of thoughts

The worst of words.

Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw
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;
And, on the proof, there is no more but
Away at once with love, or jealousy. [this,-
lago. I am glad of this, for now I shall have

reason

To show the love and duty that I bear you
With franker spirit: therefore, as I am bound,
Receive it from me:-I speak not yet of proof.
Look to your wife; observe her well with Cas-
sio;

Iago. Good my lord, pardon me;
Though I am bound to every act of duty,
I am not bound to that all slaves are free to.
Utter my thoughts? Why, say, they are vile
and false,-

As where's that palace, whereinto foul things
Sometimes intrude not? who has a breast so
But some uncleanly apprehensions [pure,
Keep leets, and law-days, and in session sit
With meditations lawful?

Oth. Thou dost conspire against thy friend,
Iago,
If thou but think'st him wrong'd, and mak'st

his ear

A stranger to thy thoughts.
Iago. I do beseech you,—

Though I, perchance, am vicious in my guess,
As, I confess, it is my nature's plague
To spy into abuses; and, oft, my jealousy
Shapes faults that are not,-I entreat you then,
From one that so imperfectly conjects,t
You'd take no notice; nor build yourself a

trouble

Out of his scattering and unsure observance :-
It were not for your quiet, nor your good,
Nor for my manhood, honesty, or wisdom,
To let you know my thoughts.

Oth. What dost thou mean?

Iago. Good name, in man, and woman, dear my lord,

Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis some-
thing, nothing;
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to
thousands;

But he, that filches from me my good name,
Robs me of that, which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.

Oth. By heaven, I'll know thy thought.
Iago. You cannot, if my heart were in your
hand;

Nor shall not, whilst 'tis in my custody.
Oth. Ha!

Iago. O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on: That cuckold lives in
bliss,
[er;
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wrong-
But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er,
Who dotes, yet doubts; suspects, yet strongly
loves!
Oth. O misery!

Iago. Poor, and content, is rich, and rich enough;

But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter,
To him that ever fears he shall be poor:-
Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend
From jealousy!

Oth. Why? why is this?

Think'st thou, I'd make a life of jealousy,
To follow still the changes of the moon
With fresh suspicions? No: to be once in
doubt,
[goat,

Is once to be resolv'd: Exchange me for a
When I shall turn the business of my soul
To such exsufflicate and blown surmises,
Matching thy inference. "Tis not to make me
jealous,
[pany,
To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves com-
Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances

well;

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Wear your eye-thus, not jealous, nor secure:
I.would not have your free and noble nature,
Out of self-bounty, be abus'd; look to't:
I know our country disposition well;
In Venice they do let heaven see the pranks
They dare not show their husbands; their best
conscience

Is-not to leave undone, but keep unknown.
Oth. Dost thou say so?

Iago. She did deceive her father, marrying

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lago. Ay, there's the point:-As,-to be bold
with you,-
Not to affect many proposed matches,
Of her own clime, complexion, and degree;
Whereto, we see, in all things nature tends:
Foh! one may smell, in such, a will most
rank,
Foul disproportion, thoughts unnatural.-
But pardon me; I do not, in position,
Distinctly speak of her: though I may fear,
Her will, recoiling to her better judgement,
May fall to match you with her country forms,
And (happily) repent.

*"Which makes fair gifts fairer." + Appearance. ↑ An expression from falconry: to seel a hawk is to sev up his eye-lids. Conclusions.

Oth. Farewell, farewell: If more thou dost perceive, let me know more; Set on thy wife to observe: Leave me, Iago. Iago. My lord, I take my leave. [Going. Oth. Why did I marry?-This honest creature, doubtless, [unfolds.

Sees and knows more, much more, than he Iugo. My lord, I would, I might entreat your honour

To scan this thing no further; leave it to time:
And though it be fit that Cassio have his place,
(For, sure, he fills it up with great ability,)
Yet, if you please to hold him off awhile,
You shall by that perceive him and his means:
Note, if your lady strain his entertainment*
With any strong or vehement opportunity;
Much will be seen in that. In the meantime,
Let me be thought too busy in my fears,
(As worthy cause I have, to fear-I am,)
And hold her free, I do beseech your honour.
Oth. Fear not my government.
lago. I once more take my leave.
Oth. This fellow's of exceeding honesty,
And knows all qualities, with a learned spirit,
Of human dealings: If I do prove her hag-
gard,t
[strings,
Though that her jesses were my dear heart-
I'd whistle her off, and let'her down the wind,
To prey at fortune. Haply, for I am black;
And have not those soft parts of conversation
That chamberers have:-Or, for I am de.

[Exit.

clin'd

Into the vale of years;-yet that's not much;-
She's gone; I am abus'd; and my relief
Must be to loathe her. O curse of marriage,
That we can call these delicate creatures ours,
And not their appetites! I had rather be a
toad,

And live upon the vapour of a dungeon,
Than keep a corner in the thing I love, [ones;
For others' uses. Yet, 'tis the plague of great
Prerogativ'd are they less than the base;
'Tis destiny unshunnable, like death;
Even then this forked plague is fated to us,
When we do quicken. Desdemona comes:

Enter DESDEMONA, and EMILIA.

If she be false, O, then heaven mocks itself!

I'll not believe it.

Des. How now, my dear Othello? Your dinner, and the generous islanders, By you invited, do attend your presence.

Oth. 1 am to blame.

Des. Why is your speech so faint? are you

not well?

Oth. I have a pain upon my forehead here. Des. Faith, that's with watching; 'twill away again:

Let me but bind it hard, within this hour
It will be well.

Oth. Your napkin¶ is too little;

[He puts the Handkerchief from him, and it drops. Let it alone. Come, I'll go in with you. Des. I am very sorry that you are not well. [Exeunt OTH. and DES.

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Emil. I am glad I have found this napkin; This was her first remembrance from the Moor: My wayward husband hath a hundred times Woo'd me to steal it: but she so loves the

token,

Press hard his re-admission to his pay and office. + A species of hawk, also a term of reproach applied to a

- wanton.

Straps of leather by which a hawk is held on the fist.
Men of intrigue. When we begin to live.

In the north of England and in Scotland this term for a

handkerchief is still used.

(For he conjur'd her, she would ever keep it,
That she reserves it evermore about her,
To kiss, and talk to. I'll have the work ta'ea
And give it Iago:
[out
What he'll do with it, heaven knows, not l;
I nothing, but to please his fantasy.
Enter IAGO.

Iago. How now! what do you here alone?
Emil. Do not you chide; I have a thing for

you.

Iago. Á thing for me?-It is a common thing,—

Emil. Ha!

lugo. To have a foolish wife.

Emil, O, is that all? What will you give

me now

For that same handkerchief?
lago. What handkerchief?
Emil. What handkerchief?

Why, that the Moor first gave to Desdemona;
That which so often you did bid me steal.
Iago. Hast stolen it from her?

Emil. No, faith; she let it drop by negli

And, to the advantage, I being here, took't up.
Look, here it is.

lago. A good wench: give it me.

Emil. What will you do with it, that you have been so earnest

To have me filch it?

lago. Why, what's that to you?

[Snatching it. Emil. If it be not for some purpose of inport,

Give it me again: Poor lady! she'll run mad,
When she shall lack it.

Iago. Be not you known of't;* I have use
for it.
Go, leave me.

[Exit EMILIA
And let him find it: Trifles, light as air,
I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin,
Are, to the jealous, confirmation strong
As proofs of holy writ. This may do some-
thing.
The Moor already changes with my poison :-
Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poi.
{taste;
Which, at the first, are scarce found to dis
But, with a little act upon the blood, [so:-
Burn like the mines of sulphur.-I did say

sons,

[Enter OTHELLO.

Look where he comes! Not poppy, nor man-
Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,
dragora,t
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
Which thou ow'dst; yesterday.

Oth. Ha! ha! false to me?
To me?

lago. Why, how now, general? no more of

that.

Oth. Avaunt! begone! thou hast set me on
the rack:-

I swear, 'tis better to be much abus'd,
Than but to know't a little.

Iago. How now, my lord?

Oth. What sense had I of her stolen hours of lust?

I saw it not, thought it not, it harm'd not me:
I slept the next night well, was free and
merry;

I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips:
He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen,
Let him not know it, and he's not robb'd at all.
Iago. I am sorry to hear this.

Seem as if you knew nothing of the matter.
The mandrake has a soporific quality,
↑ Possessed'st.

Oth. I had been happy, if the general camp, | It is impossible, you should see this,
Pioneers and all, had tasted her sweet body, Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys,
So I had nothing known: O now, for ever, As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross
Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content! As ignorance made drunk. But yet, I say,
Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, If imputation, and strong circumstances,-
That make ambition virtue! O, farewell! Which lead directly to the door of truth,-
Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill Will give you satisfaction, you may have it.
trump,
Oth. Give me a living reason she's disloyal.
Iago. I do not like the office:
But, sith+ I am enter'd in this cause so far,-
Prick'd to it by foolish honesty and love,-
I will go on. I lay with Cassio lately;
And, being troubled with a raging tooth,
I could not sleep.

The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing sife,
The royal banner; and all quality, [war!
Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious
And O you mortal engines, whose rude throats
The immortal Jove's dread clamours counter-
feit,

There are a kind of men so loose of soul,
That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs;

Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone!
Iago. Is it possible !-My lord,-

Oth. Villain, be sure thou prove my love a One of this kind is Cassio:

whore ;

Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof;
[Taking him by the Throat.
Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul,
Thou hadst been better have been born a dog,
Than answer my wak'd wrath.

Iugo. Is it come to this?

Oth. Make me to see it; or (at the least) so prove it,

That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop,
To hang a doubt on: or, woe upon thy life!
Iago. My noble lord,-

Oth. If thou dost slander her, and torture
Never pray more: abandon all remorse ;t [me,
On horror's head horrors accumulate:
Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth
amaz'd,

For nothing canst thou to damnation add,
Greater than that.

lago. O grace! O heaven defend me!
Are you a man? have you a soul, or sense?-
God be wi' you: take mine office.-O wretched
fool,

That liv'st to make thine honesty a vice!~
O monstrous world! Take note, take note, O
world,
To be direct and honest, is not safe.-
I thank you for this profit; and, from hence,
I'll love no friend, since love breeds such of-
fence.

Oth. Nay, stay:-Thou shouldst be honest.
Iago. I should be wise; for honesty's a fool,
And loses that it works for.

Oth. By the world,

[not;

I think my wife be honest, and think she is
I think that thou art just, and think thou art
not;
[fresh
I'll have some proof: Her name, that was as
As Dian's visage, is now begrim'd and black
As mine own face.-If there be cords, or
knives,

Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams,
I'll not endure it.-Would, I were satisfied!
Iago. I see, Sir, you are eaten up with pas-
I do repent me, that I put it to you. [sion:
You would be satisfied?

Oth. Would? nay, I will.

Iago. And may: but, how? how satisfied, my
lord?
Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on?
Behold her tupp'd?

Oth. Death and damnation! O!

Iago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think, To bring them to that prospect: Damn them If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster, [then, More than their own! What then? how then? What shall I say? Where's satisfaction?

* The vilest of the camp. Pioneers were generally degraded soldiers. † All tenderness all pity.

In sleep I heard him say,-Sweet Desdemona,
Let us be wary, let us hide our loves! [hand,
And then, Sir, would he gripe, and wring my
Cry,-O, sweet creature! and then kiss me
As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots, [hard,
That grew upon my lips: then laid his leg
Over my thigh, and sigh'd, and kiss'd; and
then
[Moor!
Cried,-Cursed fate! that gave thee to the
Oth. O monstrous! monstrous !

lago. Nay, this was but his dream.

Oth. But this denoted a foregone conclusion; 'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream. Iago. And this may help to thicken other That do demonstrate thinly. [proofs,

Oth. I'll tear her all to pieces.

Iugo. Nay, but be wise: yet we see nothing done:

She may be honest yet. Tell me but this,-
Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief,
Spotted with strawberries, in your wife's hand?
Oth. I gave her such a one; 'twas my first
gift.
Iago. I know not that: but such a handker-
chief,

(I am sure it was your wife's,) did I to-day
See Cassio wipe his beard with.
Oth. If it be that,-

Iugo. If it be that, or any that was hers,
It speaks against her with the other proofs.
Oth. O, that the slave had forty thousand
lives;

One is too poor, too weak for my revenge!
Now do I see 'tis true.-Look here, Iago;
All my fond love thus I do blow to heaven:
'Tis gone.—

Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell!
Yield up, O love, thy crown, and hearted
throne,+
[fraught,
To tyrannous hate! swell, bosom, with thy
For 'tis of aspic's tongues!
Jago. Pray, be content.

say; your mind, perhaps,

Oth. O, blood, lago, blood! Jago. Patience, may change. Oth. Never, Iago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic, and the Hellespont; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, [love, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble Till that a capable]] and wide revenge Swallow them up.-Now, by yond' marble heaven,

In the due reverence of a sacred vow [Kneels
I here engage my words.

Speaking, manifest.

+ Sinc

The heart on which thou wast enthroned.
Freight, load.

pacious.

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SCENE IV.-The same.

Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, and CLOWN.

Des. Do you know, Sirrah, where lieutenant Cassio lies?

Des. Can any thing be made of this? Clo. I know not where he lodges; and for me to devise a lodging, and say-he lies here, or he lies there, were to lie in my own throat. Des. Can you inquire him out, and be edified by report?

Clo. I will catechise the world for him; that is, make questions, and by them answer.

Des. Seek him, bid him come hither: tell him, I have moved my lord in his behalf, and hope, all will be well.

Clo. To do this, is within the compass of man's wit; and therefore I will attempt the doing it. Exit.

Des. Where should I lose that handkerchief,
Emilia ?

Emil. I know not, madam.

Des. Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse

Full of crusadoes. And, but my noble Moor
Is true of mind, and made of no such baseness
As jealous creatures are, it were enough
To put him to ill-thinking.

Emil. Is he not jealous?

Des. Who, he? I think, the sun, where he was born,

Drew all such humours from him.

Emil. Look, where he comes.

Des. I will not leave him now, till Cassio Be call'd to him.-How is't with you, my lord?

Des. It yet has felt no age, nor known no

sorrow.

Enter OTHELLO.

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 The thoughts of people: she told her, while soldier lies, is stabbing. she kept it, (ther "Twould make her amiable, and subdue my fa Clo. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell Entirely to her love; but if she lost it, you where I lie.

Des. Go to; Where lodges he?

Or made a gift of it, my father's eye [hunt
Should hold her loathly, and his spirits should
After new fancies: She, dying, gave it me;
And bid me, when my fate would have me
wive,

To give it her. I did so: and take heed of t
Make it a darling like your precious eye;
To lose or give't away, were such perdition,
As nothing else could match.

Oth. This argues fruitfulness, and liberal
heart;-
[quires
Hot, hot, and moist: This hand of yours re-
A sequester from liberty, fasting and prayer,
Much castigation, exercise devout;
For here's a young and sweating devil here,
That commonly rebels. 'Tis a good hand,
A frank one.

Des. You may, indeed, say so;

For 'twas that hand that gave away my heart. Oth. A liberal hand: The hearts of old gave hands;

But our new heraldry is-hands, not hearts. Des. I cannot speak of this. Come now, your promise.

Oth. What promise, chuck?

Des. I have sent to bid Cassio come speak
with you.

Oth. I have a salt and sullen rheum offends
Lend me thy handkerchief.
Des. Here, my lord.

[me;

Oth. That which I gave you.

Des. I have it not about me.
Oth. Not?

Des. No, indeed, my lord.

Oth. That is a fault;

Des. Is it possible?

Oth. 'Tis true, there's magic in the web of it'
A sibyl, that had number'd in the world
The sun to make two hundred compasses,
In her prophetic fury sew'd the work:
The worms were hallow'd, that did breed the

silk;

And it was died in mummy, which the skilful
Conserv'd of maidens' hearts.

Des. Indeed! is't true?

Oth. Most veritable; therefore look to't well. Des. Then 'would to heaven that I had never seen it.

Oth. Ha! wherefore?

Des. Why do you speak so startingly and rash ?+

Oth. Is't lost? is't gone? speak, is it out of the way?

Des. Heaven bless us!

Oth. Say you?

Des. It is not lost; But what an if it were?
Oth. Ha!

Des. I say, it is not lost.

Oth. Fetch't, let me see it.

Oth. Well, my good lady.-[Aside.] 0, hardness to dissemble!How do you do, Desdemona? Des. Well, my good lord. Oth. Give me your hand: This hand is moist, my lady.

* Embrace.
+ Mot of malice to others, but of tenderness for him.
A Portuguese coin.

Des. Why, so I can, Sir, but I will not now;
This is a trick, to put me from my suit;
I pray, let Cassio be receiv'd again.

Oth. Fetch me that handkerchief; my mind
misgives.

Des. Come, come;

You'll never meet a more sufficient man.

* Penance. discipline.

+ Enchantress.

* Vehement, violent

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