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 amples Out of their best *) is not almost a fault As if thou then had'st shut up in thy brain Iago. My lord, you know I love you. And,-for I know thou art full of love and And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'st them breath,[more: ex-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 heart, To incur a private check: When shall he come? That came a wooing with you; and many a time, Hath ta'en your part; to have so much to do 1 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 warm; Or sue to you to do peculiar profit To your own person: Nay, when I have a suit, Oth. I will deny thee nothing: Des. Shall I deny you? no: Farewell, my lord. Oth. Farewell, my Desdemona: I will come to thee straight. Des. Emilia, come :-Be it as your fancies teach you; Whate'er you be, I am obedient. [Eait, with EMILIA. Oth. Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee! and, when I love thee not, Chaos is come again. Iago. My noble lord, Oth. What dost thou say, Iago? That passion cannot rule. Iago. For Michael Cassio, I dare be sworn, I think that he is honest. lago, 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, The worst of words. 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 Keep leets and law-days, and in session sit Oth. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, 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,† Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd You'd take no notice; nor build yourself a trou. ble Out of his scattering and unsure observance :- Oth. What dost thou mean? lago. Good name, in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse, steals trash: 'tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he, that filches from me my good name, And makes me poor indeed. Oth. By heaven, I'll know thy thought. lago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand; Nor shall not, whilst 'tis in my custody. • Courts of Enquiry. + Conjectures. But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter, Oth. Why? why is this? Think'st thou, I'd make a life of jealousy, [goat, lago. I am glad of this, for now I shall have reason To show the love and duty that I hear you Wear your eye thus, not jealous, nor secure : Is--not to leave undone, but keep unknown. lago. She did deceive her father, marrying Oth. Not a jot, not a jot. lago. Trust me, I fear it has. I hope, you will consider what is spoke Foh! one may smell, in such, a will most raut. Oth. Farewell, farewell : If more thou dost perceive, let me know more; To scan this thing no further leave it to time: [Exit. I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind, clin'd And live upon the vapour of a dungeon, ones; Prerogativ'd are they less than the base; Enter DESDEMONA, and EMILIA. If she be false, O then heaven mocks itself!- Des. How now, my dear Othello? Coines from my love;-But, I do see you are By you invited, do attend your presence. mov'd : I am to pray you, not to strain my speech To grosser issues, nor to larger reach, Than to suspicion. Oth. I will not. lago. Should you do so, my lord, My speech should fall into such vile success As my thoughts aim not at. Cassio's my worthy friend : My lord, I see you are mov'd. Oth. No, not much mov'd : I do not think but Desdemona's honest. Jago. Long live she so! and long live you to Oth. And yet, how nature erring from it. lago. Ay, there's the point: As, to be bold with you, Not to affect many proposed matches, • Endless. + Strained, or blown. Appearance. An expression from falcoury: to seel a hawk is to sew up his eye-iids. Conclusions. Oth. I am to blame. Des. Why is your speech so faint? are you not well? Oth. I have a pain upon my forehead here. Let me but bind it hard, within this hour Oth. Your napkin T is too little; [He puts the hankerchief from him and it Let it alone. Come, I'll go in with you. • Press hard his restoration to office. 1 Straps ef leather by which a hawk is held on the fist. (For he conjur'd her, she would ever keep it,, What he'll do with it, heaven knows, not I; Enter IAGO. Iago. How now! what do you here alone? Emil. Do not you chide; I have a thing for you. Iago. A thing for me?-It is a common thing, Emil. Ha! Iago. To have a foolish wife. Farewell the tranquil mind! fareweli content! The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone! Oth. Villain, be sure thou prove my love a Emil. O is that all? What will you give me Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof; now For that same handkerchief? Jago. What 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. Iago. A good wench: give it me. [Taking him by the Throat. Jago. Is it come to this? Oth. Make me to see it; or (at the least) so That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop, Oth. If thou dost slander her, and torture me, Emil. What will you do with it, that you have On horror's head horrors accumulate : been so earnest To have me filch it? Iago. Why, what's that to you? [Snatching it. Emil. If it be not for some purpose of import, Give it me again: Poor lady! she'll run mad, Iago. Be not you known of't; I have use Go, leave me. [Exit EMILIA. As proofs of holy writ. This may do some- The Moor already changes with my poison :- sons, Which, at the first, are scarce found to distaste; Burn like the mines of sulphur.-I did say so : Enter OTHELLO. Look where he comes! Not poppy, nor man- Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Oth. Ha ha! false to me? Jago. Why, how now, general? no more of that. Oth. Avaunt! begone! thou hast set me on I swear, 'tis better to be much abus'd, lago. How now, my lord? Oth. What sense had of her stolen hours of I saw it not, thought it not, it harm'd not me: merry; I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips: Oth. I had been happy, if the general camp, Scem as if you knew nothing of the matter. The mandrake, or mandragora, was an opiate of the most powerful kind. * Possessedst. Pioneers were generally degraded soldiers. Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz'd, For nothing canst thou to damnation add, Iago. O grace! O heaven defend me! That liv'st to make thine honesty a vice!— To be direct and honest, is not safe. I thank you for this profit; aud, 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. I Oth. By the world, [not, think my wife be honest, and think she is I think that thou are just, and think thou art [fresh not; I'll have some proof: Her name, that was as As Dian's visage, is now begrim'd and black be cords, or As mine own face.-If there knives, Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams, Oth. Would? nay, I will. Jago. And may : but, how? how satisfied, my lord? Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on? Oth. Death and damnation! O! Iago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think, then, If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster, Oth. Give me a living reason she's disloyal. But, sith 1 am eutered in this cause so far,- There are a kind of men so loose of soul, In sleep I heard him say,-Sweet Desdemona, Oth. But this denoted a foregone conclusion; 'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream. lago. And this may help to thicken other That do demonstrate thinly. [proofs, Oth. I'll tear her all to pieces. lago. 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 handkerchief,' (I am sure it was your wife's,) did I to-day See Cassio wipe his beard with. Oth. If it be that, Jago. If it be that, or any that was her's, Ohe is too poor, too weak for my revenge! Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell! To tyrannous hate! swell, bosom, with thy Iago. Pray, be content. lago. Patience, I say; your mind, perhaps, may change. Oth. Never, lago. 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 marble Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, and CLOWN. Des. Do you know, Sirrah, where lieutenant Cassio lies? Clo. I dare not say, he lies any where. Clo. He is a soldier; and for me to say a soldier lies, is stabbing. Des. Go to; Where lodges he? Clo. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you where I lie. 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 Emil. Is he not jealous? Des. Who, he? I think the sun where he was born, Drew all such humours from him. Des. I will not leave him now, till Cassio Enter OTHELLO. Oth. Well, my good lady.-[Aside.] O hardness to dissemble ! How do you do, Desdemona? Des. It yet has felt no age, nor known no sorrow. Oth. This argues fruitfulness, and liberal heart;[quires Hot, hot, and moist: This band of your's reA 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. Oth. That which I gave you. A Portuguese coin, 3s. [me. Penance, discipline. Des. I have it not about me. Oth. Not? Des. No, indeed, my lord. Oth. That is a fault : That handkerchief Did an Egyptian to my mother give; She was a charmer, and could almost read To give it her. I did so and take heed of't, Des. Is it possible? Exist, and be a member of his love, Can ransom me into his love again, Des. Alas! thrice-gentle Cassio, As I have spoken for you all my best; 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 The sun to make two hundred compasses, In her prophetic fury sew'd the work; The worms were hallow'd, that did breed the 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. 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. 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. Oth. The handkerchief, Des. I pray, talk me of Cassio. Oth. The handkerchief, Des. A man that, all his time, Hath founded his good fortune on your love; Shar'd dangers with you ; Oth. The handkerchief, Des. In sooth, You are to blame. Oth. Away! Iago. Is my lord angry? Emil. He went hence but now, And certainly in strange unquietness. lago. Can he be angry? I have seen the can- When it hath blown his ranks into the air, Puff'd his own brother;-And can he be an- Something of moment, then: I will go meet There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry. state, Made démonstrable here in Cyprus to him,- Men's natures wrangle with inferior things, sense Of pain: Nay, we must think, men are not Emil. Pray heaven, it be state matters, as And no conception, nor no jealous toy, Des. Alas, the day! I never gave him cause. [Exit OTHELLO. They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they are jealous: 'tis a monster, Des. Heaven keep that monster from Othel- |