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(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?
Oth. I will deny thee nothing: Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this, To leave me but a little to myself.
Des. Shall I deny you? no: Farewell, my lord. Oth. Farewell, my Desdemona: I will come to thee straight.
[you; Des. Emilia, come :-Be it as your fancies teach Whate'er you be, I am obedient. [Exit, 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? Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my lady, Know of your love?
Oth. He did, from first to last: Why dost thou Jago. But for a satisfaction of my thought; No further harm. Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago? Iago. I did not think, he had been acquainted
Oth. O, yes; and went between us very oft. Iago. Indeed? [in that? Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed :-Disceru'st thou aught Is he not honest? Iago.
Honest, my lord?
Iago. My lord, for aught I know.
Think, my lord!
By heaven, he echoes me,
Oth. Certain, men should be what they seem Iago. Why then,
The worst of words.
I think that Cassio is an honest man.
Iago. O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock Ay, honest. The meat it feeds on: That cuckold lives in bliss, Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger; But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er, Who dotes, yet doubts; suspects, yet strongly loves' Oth. O misery!
I heard thee say but now,-Thou lik'dst not that,
Iago. My lord, you know I love you.
For Michael Cassio,I dare be sworn, I 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
As where's that palace, whereinto foul things
Keep leets, and law-days, and in session sit
Oth. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago. If thou but think'st him wrong'd, and mak`st his es 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, 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.
Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands:
Oth. By heaven, I'll know thy thought.
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!
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, Is-once to be resolv'd: Exchange me for a goat, When I shall turn the business of my soul To such exsufflicate, and blown surmises, Matching thy inference. 'Tis not to make me jea
To say-my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,
Iago. I am glad of this; for now I shall have To shew 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.
I humbly do beseech you of your pardon,
I am bound to thee for ever.
Oth. And yet, how nature erring from itself,-
I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind,
Oth. I am to blame.
How now, my dear Othello? Your dinner, and the generous islanders Iago. I see, this hath a little dash'd your spirits. By you invited, do attend your presence. Oth. Not a jot, not a jot. Iago. Trust me, I fear it has. I hope, you will consider, what is spoke Comes from my love;-But I do see you are 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.
My lord, I see you are mov'd.
If more thou dost perceive, let me know more;
Oth. Why did I marry?—This honest creature,
Sees and know more, much more, than he unfolds. Iago. My lord, I would, I might entreat your honour
To scan this thing no further; leave it to time:
Oth. Fear not my government.
Iago. I once more take my leave.
Oth. This fellow's of exceeding honesty,
Enter DESDEMONA and EMILIA.
Let me but bind it hard, within this hour
Your napkin is too little;
(He puts the handkerchief from him, and it drops.)
Let it alone. Come, I'll go in with you.
To kiss, and talk to. I'll have the work ta'en out,
What he'll do with it, heaven knows, not I;
Iago. Be not you known of't; I have use for it.
I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin,
Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons,
Burn like the mines of sulphur.-I did say so :-
Ha ha! false to me?
Iago. Why, how now, general? no more of that. Oth. Avaunt! be gone! thou hast set me on the
I swear, 'tis better to be much abus'd, Than but to know't a little.
How now, my lord?
He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen,
Oth. I had been happy, if the general camp,
Iago. Is it possible?—My lord,—
Oth. Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore; Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof; (Taking him by the throat.) Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul, Thou had'st been better have been born a dog, Than answer my wak'd wrath.
Iago. 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 offence. Oth. Nay, stay:-Thou should'st be honest. Iago. I should be wise; for honesty's a fool, And loses that it works for.
Oth. By the world, I think my wife be honest, and think she is not; I think that thou art just, and think thou art not; I'll have some proof: Her name, that was as fresh 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. And may: But, how? how satisfied, my lord?
Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on?
Iago. I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion; I do repent me, that I put it to you. You would be satisfied?
Would! nay, I will.
Oth. Give me a living reason she's disloyal.
But, sith I am enter'd in this cause so far,-
There are a kind of men so loose of soul,
In sleep I heard him say-Sweet Desdemona, Let us be wary, let us hide our loves!
And then, sir, would he gripe, and wring my hand,
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 proofs, That do demonstrate thinly.
Oth. I'll tear her all to pieces. Iago. 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,Iago. If it be that, or any that was her's, 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,
Iago. Pray, be content.
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, 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, In the due reverence of a sacred vow (Kneels.)
I here engage my words.
Iago. Do not rise yet.—( Kneels.) Witness, you ever-burning lights above! You elements that clip us round abont!
Oth. Damn her, lewd minx! O, damn her! Come, go with me apart: I will withdraw, To furnish me with some swift means of death For the fair devil. Now art thou my lientenant. Iago. I am your own for ever.
SCENE IV. The same.
Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, and Clown. Des. Do you know, sirrah, where lieutenant Cassio lies?
Clo. I dare not say, he lies any where.
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 enquire 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.
Oth. Well, my good lady :-(Aside.) O, hardness to dissemble! How do you, Desdemona?
Des. Well, my good lord.
Oth. What promise, chuck?
Oth. That which I gave you.
Oth. Give me your hand: This hand is moist, my lady. [row. Des. It yet has felt no age, nor known no sorOth. This argues fruitfulness, and liberal heart;Not, hot, and moist: This hand of yours requires 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
Oth. Not? Des.
Here, my lord.
I have it not about me.
No, indeed, my lord.
That is a fault :
Did an Egyptian to my mother give:
Should hold her loathly, and his spirits should hunt
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.
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?
Des. I say, it is not lost.
Fetch't, let me see it.
Des. Why, so I can, sir, but I will not now;
Oth. Fetch me that handkerchief; my mind mis-
You'll never meet a more sufficient man.
Des. In sooth,
You are to blame.
[Exit. Is not this mau jealous?
Des. I ne'er saw this before.
Emil. 'Tis not a year or two shews us a man: They are all but stomachs, and we all but food; They eat us hungrily, and when they are full, They belch us. Look you! Cassio, and my husband.
Entirely honour; I would not be delay'd:
Can ransome me into his love again,
But to know so must be my benefit;
Alas! thrice-gentle Cassio,
So help me, every spirit sanctified,
lago. Is my lord angry?
Des. I pr'ythee, do so.-Something, sure of
Our other healthful members ev'n to that sense
As fit the bridal.-Beshrew me much, Emilia,
Emil. Pray heaven, it be state matters, as you
Des. Alas, the day! I never gave him cause.
Des. Heaven keep that monster from Othello's
Emil. Lady, amen.
Des. I will go seek him.-Cassio, walk here-
O, Cassio, whence came this
Pardon me, Bianca;
I have this while with leaden thoughts been
But I shall, in a more continuate time,
She may, I think, bestow't on any man.
Oth. She is protectress of her honour too;
Lago. Her honour is an essence that's not sees
Oth. By heaven, I would most gladly have for
Thou said'st,-O, it comes o'er my memory,
Or heard him say,-As knaves be such abroad,
Iago. So they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip:
Iago. Why, then 'tis hers, my lord; and, being hers,
Hath he said any thing! Iago. He hath, my lord; but be you well assurd. No more than he'll unswear.
What hath be said' Iago. 'Faith, that he did,-I know not what be Oth. What? what?
With her, on her; what you wi