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Be call’d to him. How is't with you, my lord ? You'll never meet a more sufficient man.
Oth. The handkerchief!
Oth. The handkerohief!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. The handkerchief!
[Exit Othello. A sequester from liberty, fasting and prayer, — Emil. Is not this man jealous ? 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 us hurgerly, and when they are full, Och. 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 Lago 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 importune her. Oth. I have a salt and sullen rheum offends 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, por 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 benest; 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,
lago. Is my lord angry? The sun to make two hundred compasses,
Emil. He went hence but now, In her prophetic sury sew'd the work:
And, certainly, in strange unquietness. The worms were hallow'd, that did breed the silk;' Iago. 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? .
Puild 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 ind
if he be angry. Oth. Ha! wherefore?
Des. I pr’ythee, 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 receivd again.
I was (unhandsome 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 saborn'd the witness, Des. Come, come!
And he's indited falsely.
Oth. A ho
Oth. Did Jago. Go
0, 'tis the
To lip a w
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Contine yo Whilst you
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,
The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt heaven.
Oth. What then?
Oth. She is protectress of her honour too;
May she give that?
They have it very oft, that have it not:
But, for the handkerchief, -
Oth. By heaven, I would most gladly have forgot
Thou said'st, - 0, it comes o'er my memory,
As doth the raven o'er the infected house, Cas. What make you from home?
Boding to all, he had
handkerchief. How is it with you, my most fair Bianca ?
Iago. Ay, what of that?
Bian. And I was going to your lodging, Cassio. Iago. What, if I had said, I had seen him do you
Or voluntary dotage of some mistress,
Convinc'd or supplied them, cannot choose
Oth. Hath he said any thing?
(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!
Och. With her ?
some. – Handkerchief, — confessions, – handkerNo, in good troth, Bianca!
chief. – To confess, and be hanged for his labour Bian. Why, whose is it?
First, to be banged, and then to confess:-I 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 nof (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! – Handker Bian. Leave you! wherefore?
chief!- O devil! Cas. I do attend here on the general ;
Iago. Work on, And think it no addition, nor my wish,
My medicine, work! Thus credulons fools are To have him see me woman'd.
caught; Bian. Why, I pray you?
And many worthy and chaste dames, even thus,
All guiltless meet reproach. - What, ho! my lord!
My lord, I say! Othello!-How now, Cassio ?
Iugo. My lord is fallen into an epilepsy;
(Exeunt. Cas. Riib him about the temples.
Iago. No, forbear!
The lethargy must have his quiet course :
If not, he foams at mouth; and, by and by,
Breaks out to savage madness. Look, he stirsi
Do you withdraw yourself a little while,
He will recover straight; when he is gone,
I would on great occasion speak with you.
How is it, general ? have you not hurt your head?
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?
I'Would, you would bear your fortunes like a man.
As he sha Agd bis Poor Cas
(Falls in a trance.
lago. F Now, if
Oth. A horned man's a monster, and a beast. Iago. 'Faith, the cry goes, that you shall marry
Cas. Pr’ythee, say true!
Iago. I am a very villain else.
Oih. Have you scored me? Well. (Aside.
flattery, not out of my promise. Which they dare swear peculiar; your case is better. Oth. Iago beckons me; now he begins the story, 0, 'tis the spite of hell, the fiend's arch-mock,
[ Aside. To lip a wanton in a secure couch,
Cas. She was here even now; she haunts me in And to suppose her chaste! No, let me know; every place. I was, the other day, talking on the And knowing what I am, I know what she shall be. sea-bank with certain Venetians; and thither comes Oth. O, thou art wise'; 'tis certain.
this bauble; by this hand, she falls thus about my Iago. Stand you awhile apart;
peck; Confine yourself but in a patient list,
Oth. Crying, o dear Cassio! as it were: his geWhilst you were here, ere while mad with your grief, sture imports it.
[Aside. (A passion most unsuiting such a man,)
Cas. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me; ,90 Cassio came hither: 1 shifted him away,
hales, and pulls me: ha, ha, ha! And laid good’scuse upon your ecstasy;
Oth. Now he tells, how she plucked him to my Bade him anon return, and here speak with me; chamber: 0, I see that nose of yours, but not that The which he promis’d. Do bat encave yourself, dog I shall throw it to.
[.Aside. And mark the fleers, the gibes, and notabļe scorns, Cas. Well, I must leave her company. That dwell in every region of his face;
lago. Before me! look, where she comes. For I will make him tell the tale anew,
Enter Bianca. Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when Cas. 'Tis such another fitchew! marry, a perfumed He hath, and is again to cope your wife;
What do you mean by this haunting of I say, but mark his gesture. Marry, patience;
me ? Or I shall say, you are all in all in spleen,
Bian. Let the devil and his dam haunt you! What And nothing of a man.
did you mean by that same handkerchief, you gave Oth, Dost thou hear, Iago ?
me even now? I was a fine fool to take it. I must I will be found most cunning in my patience; take out the whole work? – A likely piece of work, But (dost thou hear?) most bloody.
that you should find it in your chamber, and not Iago. That's not amiss ;
know who left it there! This is some minx's token, But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw ? and I must take out the work? There, - give it
(Othello withdraws. your hobby-horse: wheresoever you had it, I'll Now will I question Cassio of Bianca,
take out no work on't. A housewife, that, by selling her desires,
Cas. How now, my sweet Bianca? how now? how Buys herself bread and clothes : it is a creature, That dotes on Cassio, - as'tis the strumpet's plague, Oth. By heaven, that should be my handkerchief! To beguile many, and be beguil'd by one ;
Aside. He, when he hears of her, caunot refrain
Bian. An you'll come to supper to-night, you may: From the excess of laughter. —- Here he comes : an you will not, come when you are next prepared
[Aside. Re-enter Cassio.
Iago. After her, after her. As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad;
Cas. 'Faith I must, she'll rail in the street else. And his unbookish jealousy must construe
Iago. Will you sup there?
Cas. The worser, that you give me the addition, very fain speak with you.
Cas. Pr’ythee, come! Will you? lago. Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure of't. Iago. Go to! say no more! Exit Cassio. Now, if this suit lay in Bianca's power,
oth. How shall I murder him, Iago?
[Speaking lower. Iago. Did you perceive how he laughed at his vice? How quickly should you speed ?
Oih. 0, lago!
Iago. And did you see she handkerchief?
[Aside. Oth. I would have him nine years a killing! A Jago. Do you hear, Cassio ?
fine woman! a fair woman! a sweet woman ! Och. Now he importunes him
Iago. Nay, you must forget that. To tell it o'er. Go to! well sid, well said ! (-Aside. Oth. Ay, let her rot, and perish, and be damned Iugo. She gives it out, that you shall marry her: to-night; for she shall not live. No, my heart is Do you intend it?
turned to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand. Cas. Ha, ha, ha!
0, the world had not a sweeter creature: she might Och. Do you triumph, Roman? do you triumph? Jie by an emperor's side, and command him tasks.
[Aside. Iago. Nay, that's not your way. Cas. I marry her! -- what? a customer! I pr’ythee, Oth. Hang her! I do but say what she is : bear some charity to my wit; do not think it so delicate with her needle ! - An admirable musician! unwholesome. Ha, ha, ha!
O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear! Oth. So, so, so, so! They laugh that win. [ Aside. Of so high and plenteous wit and invention!
Iago. She's the worse for all this.
Oth. Mistress, Oth. O, a thousand, a thousand times :- and then, Des. My lord ? of so gentle condition !
Oth. What would you with her, sir ?
Lod. Who, I, my lord ?
Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on, lago. If you are so fond over her iniquity, give And turn again; and she can weep, sir, weep; her patent to oflend; for, if it touch not you, it And she’s obedient, as you say, - obedient, comes near nobody.
Very obedient, Proceed you in your tears.Oth. I will chop her into messes :
cuckold me ! Concerning this, sir. - 0 well-painted passion! Iago. 0, 'tis foul in her.
I am commanded home. — Get you away! Oih. With mine officer !
I'll send for you anon. - Sir, I obey the mandate
, Iago. That's fouler.
And will return to Venice; -hence, avaunt! Oth. Get me some poison, lago ; this night :
(Exit Desdemona. I'll not expostulate with her, lést her body and beauty Cassio shall have my place. And, - sir, to-night, unprovide my mind again :- this night, Iago!
I do entreat that we may sup together. Iago. Do it not with poison; strangle her in her You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus ! - Goats and bed, even the bed she hath contamiuated.
Exit. Oth. Good, good: the justice of it pleases; very
Lod. Is this the noble Moor, whom our full senate good.
Call-all-in-all sufficient? — This the noble nature, Iago. And, for Cassio, -- let me be his undertaker : Whom passion could not shake? whose solid virtue You shall hear more by midnight.
The shot of accident, nor dart of chance,
[ A trumpet within. Could neither graze, nor pierce ?
Enter Lodovico, Desdemona, and Attendants. What he might be, - if, what he might, he is not, -
I would to heaven, he were.
Lod. What, strike his wife!
(Gives him a packet. That stroke would prove the worst. Oth. I kiss the instrument of their pleasures.
Lod. Is it his use?
Iago. Alas, alas !
It is not honesty in me, to speak
And his own courses will denote him so, Des. Cousin, there's fallen between him and my That I may save my speech. Do but go after, lord
And mark how he continues.
A room in the castle. Oth. This fail you not to do, as you will
Enter OTHELLO and Emilia.
[Reads. Oth. You have seen nothing then? Lod. He did not call; he's busy in the paper.
Emil. Nor ever heard; nor ever did suspect.
Des. A most unhappy one; I would do much Emil. But then I saw no harm; and then I heard
Oth. What, did they never whisper?
Emil. Never, my lord. Oth. Are you wise ?
Oth. Nor send you out o'the way? Des. What, is he angry?
Emil. Never. Lod. 'May be, the letter mov'd him ;
Oth. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, vor For, as I think, they do comand him home,
nothing? Deputing Cassio in his government.
Emil. Never, my lord! Des. By my troth, I am glad on't.
Osh. That's strange. Oth. Indeed?
Emil. I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest, Des. My lord ?
Lay down my soul at stake; if
think other, Oth. I am glad to see you mad.
Remove your thought; it doth abuse your bo:om. Des, How, sweet Othello?
If any wretch hath put this in your head, Oth, Devil!
(Striking her. Let heaven requite it with the serpent's curse! Des. I have not deserv'd this.
For, if she be not honest, chaste, and true,
Oth. Bid her come hither!-go!(Exit Emilia
. Oth. O devil, devil!
She says enough; — yet she's a simple bawd,
And yet she'll kneel, and pray; I have seen her do't.
Re-enter Emilia, with DesdeMONA, Lod. Truly, an obedient lady:
Des. My lord, what is your will? I do beseech your lordship, call her back,
Och. Pray, chuck, come hither!
Des. What is your pleasure?
Be - not to be a strumpet, I am none. Oth. Let me see your eyes?
Oth. What, not a whore? Look in my face!
Des. No, as I shall be saved.
Oth. Is it possible?
Oth. I cry you mercy, then;
I took you for that canning whore of Venice, Your mystery, your mystery; — nay, dispatch! That married with Othello. - You, mistress,
And keep the gate of hell. You! you! ay, you! But not the words.
We have done our course; there's money for your Oth. Why, what art thou?
paios; Des. Your wife, my lord! your true
pray you, turn the key, and keep our counsel. (Exit. And loyal wife.
Emil. Alas, what does this gentleman conceive? Oth. Come, swear it, damn thyself;
How do you, madam? how do you, my good lady? Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves Des. 'Faith, half asleep. Should fear to seize thee: therefore be double-Emil. Good madam, what's the matter with my lord? damn’d,
Des. With who? Swear - thou are honest!
Emil. Why, with my lord, madam! Des. Heaven doth truly know it.
Des. Who is thy lord ? Oth. Heaven truly knows, that thou art false as hell. Emil. He that is yours, sweet lady! Des. To whom, my lord? with whom? How am I Des. I have none. Do not talk to me, Emilia; false?
I cannot weep; nor answer I have done, Oth. O Desdemona!. away! away! away! But what should go by water. Pr’ythee, to-night, Des. Alas, the heavy day! - Why do you weep? Lay on my bed my weeding sheets, – remember; Am I the occasion of these tears, my
And call thy husband hither! If, haply, you my father do suspect,
Emil. Here is a change, indeed !
(Exit. An instrument of this your calling back,
Des. 'Tis meet I should be us'd so, very meet. Lay not your blame on me; if you have lost him, How have I been behav'd, that he might stick Why, I have lost him too.
The small’st opinion on my great'st abuse? Oth. Had it pleas’d heaven
Re-enter Emilia, with lago. To try me with affliction; had he rain'd
Iago. What is your pleasure, madam? How is it All kinds of sores, and shames, on my bare head;
with you? Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips;
Des. I cannot tell. Those, that do teach young babes, Do it with gentle means,
and Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes;
tasks ! I should have found in some part of my soul He might have chid me so; for, in good faith, A drop of patience : but (alas!) to make me I am a child to chiding. A fixed figure, for the time of scorn
lago. What's the matter, lady? To point his slow unmoving finger at, -
Emil. Alas, Iago, my lord hath so bewhor'd her, 0! 0 !
Thrown such despite and heavy terms upon her, Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well:
As true hearts cannot bear. But there, where I have garner'd up my heart;
Des. Am I that name, Iago ?
Iago. What name, fair lady?
say Or else dries up; to be discarded thence!
Emil. He call'd her, whore; a beggar, in his drink, Or keep it as a cistern, for foul toads
Could not have laid such terms upon his callet. To knot and gender in! — turn thy complexion there! Iago. Why did he so ? Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin;
Des. I do not know; I am sure, I am none such. Ay, there, look grim as hell !
Iago. Do not weep, do not weep! Alas, the day! Des. I hope, my noble lord esteems me honest. Emil. Has she forsook so many noble matches, Oth. O, ay; as summer flies are in the shambles, Her father, and her country, and her friends, That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed,
To be call's - whore? would it not make one weep? Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet, Des. It is my wretched fortune. That the sense aches at thee. —'Would, thou had'st Iago. Beshrew him for it! ne'er been born!
How comes this trick upon him? Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed ? Des. Nay, heaven doth know. Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Emil. I will be hang’d, if some eternal villain, Made to write whore apon? What committed ! Some busy and insinuating rogue, Committed! - 0 thou public commoner!
Some cogging cozening slave, to get some office, I should make very forges of my cheeks,
Have not devis'd this slander; I'll be hang'd else, That would to cinders burn up modesty,
Iugo. Fye, there is no such man; it is impossible. Did I but speak thy deeds. - What committed! Des. If any such there be, heaven pardon him! Heaven stops the nose at it, and the moon winks; Emil. A halter pardon him! and hell gnaw his bones! The bawdy wind, that kisses all it meets,
Why should he call her, whore? who keeps her Is hush'd within the hollow mine of earth,
company? And will not hear it! What committed!
What place? what time? what form? what likelihood ? Impudent strumpet!
The Moor's abus’d by some most villainous knave, Des. By heaven, you do me wrong!
Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow:Oth. Are not you a strumpet?
O heaven, that such companions thou’dst unfold; Des. No, as I am a christian :
And put in every honest hand a whip, If to preserve this vessel for my lord,
To lash the rascal naked through the world, from any other foul unlawful touch,
Even from the east to the west !