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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.
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
That he would steal away so guilty-like,
Oth. I do believe 'twas he.
Des. How now, my lord?
I have been talking with a suitor here,
Des. Why, your lieutenant Cassio. Good my lord,
If I have any grace, or power to move you,
For, if he be not one that truly loves you,
Oth. Went he hence now?
Des. Ay, sooth; so humbled,
That he hath left part of his grief with me;
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
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,
+ Best men.
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
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.
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.
I think that Cassio is an honest man.
I pray thee, speak to me as to thy thinkings,
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
To show the love and duty that I bear you
Iago. Good my lord, pardon me;
As where's that palace, whereinto foul things
Oth. Thou dost conspire against thy friend,
A stranger to thy thoughts.
Though I, perchance, am vicious in my guess,
Out of his scattering and unsure observance :-
Oth. What dost thou mean?
Iago. Good name, in man, and woman, dear my lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
But he, that filches from me my good name,
Oth. By heaven, I'll know thy thought.
Nor shall not, whilst 'tis in my custody.
Iago. O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
Iago. Poor, and content, is rich, and rich enough;
But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter,
Oth. Why? why is this?
Think'st thou, I'd make a life of jealousy,
Is once to be resolv'd: Exchange me for a
Wear your eye-thus, not jealous, nor secure:
Is-not to leave undone, but keep unknown.
Iago. She did deceive her father, marrying
lago. Ay, there's the point:-As,-to be bold
*"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:
Into the vale of years;-yet that's not much;-
And live upon the vapour of a dungeon,
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
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
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.
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
Press hard his re-admission to his pay and office. + A species of hawk, also a term of reproach applied to a
Straps of leather by which a hawk is held on the fist.
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,
Iago. How now! what do you here alone?
Iago. Á thing for me?-It is a common thing,—
lugo. To have a foolish wife.
Emil, O, is that all? What will you give
For that same handkerchief?
Why, that the Moor first gave to Desdemona;
Emil. No, faith; she let it drop by negli
And, to the advantage, I being here, took't up.
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,
Iago. Be not you known of't;* I have use
Look where he comes! Not poppy, nor man-
Oth. Ha! ha! false to me?
lago. Why, how now, general? no more of
Oth. Avaunt! begone! thou hast set me on
I swear, 'tis better to be much abus'd,
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 found not Cassio's kisses on her lips:
Seem as if you knew nothing of the matter.
Oth. I had been happy, if the general camp, | It is impossible, you should see this,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing sife,
There are a kind of men so loose of soul,
Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone!
Oth. Villain, be sure thou prove my love a One of this kind is Cassio:
Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof;
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,
Oth. If thou dost slander her, and torture
For nothing canst thou to damnation add,
lago. O grace! O heaven defend me!
That liv'st to make thine honesty a vice!~
Oth. Nay, stay:-Thou shouldst be honest.
Oth. By the world,
I think my wife be honest, and think she is
Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams,
Oth. Would? nay, I will.
Iago. And may: but, how? how satisfied, my
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,
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,-
(I am sure it was your wife's,) did I to-day
Iugo. If it be that, or any that was hers,
One is too poor, too weak for my revenge!
Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell!
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
The heart on which thou wast enthroned.
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,
Emil. I know not, madam.
Des. Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse
Full of crusadoes. And, but my noble Moor
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
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
To give it her. I did so: and take heed of t
Oth. This argues fruitfulness, and liberal
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
Oth. I have a salt and sullen rheum offends
Oth. That which I gave you.
Des. I have it not about me.
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'
And it was died in mummy, which the skilful
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?
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.
Des. Why, so I can, Sir, but I will not now;
Oth. Fetch me that handkerchief; my mind
Des. Come, come;
You'll never meet a more sufficient man.
* Penance. discipline.
* Vehement, violent