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She's gone; I am abus'd; and my relief Emil
. What will you do with it, that you have Must be to loath her. O curse of marriage,
been so earnest That we can call these delicate creatures ours, To have me filch it? And not their appetites ! I had rather be a toad, lago. Why, what's that to you? [Snatching it. And live upon the vapour of a dungeon,
Emil. If it be not for some purpose of import, Than keep a corner in the thing I love, Give it me again : Poor lady! she'll run mad, For others' uses. Yet, 'tis the plague of great When she shall lack it. ones;
Iago. Be not you known of't; I have use for it. Prerogativ’d are they less than the base : Go, leave me.
[Erit Emilia. 'Tis destiny unshunnable, like death;
I will in Cassio's lodging lose this
napkin, Even then this forked plague is fated to us, And let him find it : Trifles, light as air, When we do quicken. Desdemona comes : Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong
As proofs of holy writ. This may do something. Enter DESDEMONA and Emilia.
The Moor already changes with my poison :If she be false, 0, then heaven mocks itself !- Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons, I'll not believe it.
Which, at the first, are scarce found to distaste; Des. How now, my dear Othello?
But, with a little act upon the blood, Your dinner, and the generous islanders Burn like the mines of sulphur.-I did say so: By you invited, do attend your presence. Oth. I am to blame.
Enter OTHELLO. Des. Why is your speech so faint ? are you Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mapnot well ?
dragora, Oth. I have a pain upon my forehead here. Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Des. Faith, that's with watching ; 'twill away Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep, again :
Which thou ow'dst yesterday. Let me but bind it hard, within this hour Oth. Ha! ha! false to me? It will be well.
To me? Oth. Your napkin is too little ;
Iago. Why, how now, general ? no more of [He puts the handkerchief from him, that. and it drops.
Oth. Avaunt! be gone! thou hast set me on Let it alone. Come, I'll go in with you.
the rack: Des. I am very sorry that you are not well. I swear, 'tis better to be much abus'd,
[Exeunt Oth. and Des. Than but to know't a little. Emil. I am glad I have found this napkin; Iago. How now, my lord ? This was her first remembrance from the Moor; Oth. What sense had I of her stolen hours of My wayward husband hath a hundred times
lust? Woo'd me to steal it ; but she so loves the token, I saw it not, thought it not, it harm'd not me: (For he conjur'd her, she would ever keep it,) I slept the next night well
, was free and merry; That she reserves it evermore about her, I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips: To kiss, and talk to. I'll have the work ta'en He that is robb’d, not wanting what is stolen, out,
Let hi not know it, and he's not robb'd at all.
Iago. I am sorry to hear this.
Pioneers and all, had tasted her sweet body,
So I had nothing known: O now, for ever,
Farewell the tranquil mind: farewell content !
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, lugo. To have a foolish wife.
The royal banner; and all quality,
And 0, you mortal engines, whose rude throats
The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Iugo. What handkerchief?
Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone!
Iago. Is it possible ?- My lord, -
whore; Jago. Ilast stolen it from her?
Be sure of it ; give me the ocular proof; Emil. No, faith, she let it drop by negligence;
[Taking him by the throat, And, to the advantage, I, being here, took't up. Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul, Look, here it is.
Thou hadst been better have been born a dog, Jugo. A good wench; give it me.
Than answer my wak'd wrath.
lage. Is it come to this?
One of this kind is Cassio : Oth. Make me to see it; or (at the least) so In sleep I heard him say,--Sweet Desdemona,
Let us be wary, let us hide our loves ! That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop, And then, sir, would he gripe, and wring my To hang a doubt on; or, woe upon thy life!
hand, Iago. My noble lord,
Cry,-0, sweet creature ! and then kiss me hard, oth. If thou dost slander her, and torture me, As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots, Never pray more: abandon all remorse : That
grew upon my lips; then laid his leg On horror's head, horrors accumulate:
Over my thigh, and sigh'd, and kiss'd; and then, Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz'd, Cry'd, -Cursed fate! that gave thee to the Moor! For nothing canst thou to damnation add,
Oth. O monstrous ! monstrous ! Greater than that.
Iago. Nay, this was but his dream. Tago. O grace! O heaven defend me!
Oth. But this denoted a foregone conclusion ; Are you a man? have you a soul or sense ? 'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream. God be wi' you; take mine office.--- wretched Iago. And this may help to thicken other fool,
proofs, That liv'st to make thine honesty a vice !
That do demonstrate thinly. O monstrous world! Take note, take note, O Oth. I'll tear her all to pieces. world,
Iago. Nay, but be wise ; yet we see nothing To be direct and honest, is not safe. I thank you for this profit; and, from hence, She may be honest yet. Tell me but this, I'll love no friend, since love breeds such offence. Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief,
Oth. Nay, stay :--Thou should’st be honest. Spotted with strawberries, in your wife's hand?
Iago. I should be wise ; for honesty's a fool, Oth. I gave her such a one; 'twas my first gift. And loses that it works for,
Iago. I know not that: but such a handkere Oth. By the world,
chief, I think my wife be honest, and think she is not; (I am sure it was your wife's) did I to-day I think that thou art just, and think thou art not; See Cassio wipe his beard with. I'll have some proof: Her name, that was as fresh Oth. If it be that, As Dian's visage, is now begrim'd and black Iago. If it be that, or any that was hers, As mine own face. If there be cords, or knives, It speaks against her with the other proofs. Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams,
Oth. O, that the slave had forty thousand lives; I'll not endure it. Would I were satisfied! One is too poor, too weak for my revenge!
Iago. I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion; Now do I see 'tis true. Look here, lago; I do repent me, that I put it to you.
All my fond love thus I do blow to heaven : You would be satisfied Oth. Would! nay, I will.
Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell, lago. And
: But, how? how satisfied, my Yield up, 0 love, thy crown, and hearted throne, lord?
To tyrannous hate! swell, bosom, with thy Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on?
fraught, Behold her tupp'd?
For 'tis of aspics' tongues ! Oth. Death and damnation ! O!
Iago. Pray, be content. Iago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think, Oth. O, blood, Iago, blood ! To bring them to that prospect: Damn them then, Iago. Patience, I say; your mind, perhaps, If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster,
may change. More than their own! What then? how then? Oth. Never, Iago. Like to the Pontick sea, What shall I say? Where's satisfaction? Whose icy current and compulsive course It is impossible you should see this,
Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys, To the Propontick, and the Hellespont; As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross Even so my bloody thoughts, with
Oth. Give me a living reason she’s disloyal. I here engage my words.
Iago. Do not rise yet.
Kneels. But, sith I am enter'd in this cause so far, Witness, you ever-burning lights above? Prick'd to it by foolish honesty and love, You elements that clip us round about! I will go on. I lay with Cassio lately; Witness, that here lago doth give up And being troubled with a raging tooth, The execution of his wit, hands, heart, I could not sleep
To wrong'd Othello's service ! let him command, There are a kind of men so loose of soul, And to obey shall be in me remorse, That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs ; What bloody work soever. VOL. 11.
Oth. I greet thy love,
Oth. Give me your hand: This hand is moist, Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance boun
my lady. teous.
Des. It yet has felt no age, nor known no sorAnd will upon the instant put thee to't: Within these three days let me hear thee say, Oth. This argues fruitfulness, and liberal That Cassio's not alive. Iago. My friend is dead ; tis done at your re- Hot, hot, and moist: This hand of yours requires quest:
A sequester from liberty, fasting and prayer, But let her live.
Much castigation, exercise devout; Oth. Damn her, lewd minx! 0, damn her! For here's a young and sweating devil here, Come, go with me apart: I will withdraw, That commonly rebels. 'Tis a good hand, To furnish me with some swift means of death | A frank one. For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant. Des. You may, indeed, say so; Iago. I am your own for ever. [Exeunt. For 'twas that hand, that gave away my, heart.
Oth. A liberal hand: The hearts, of old, gave SCENE IV.-The same.
But our new heraldry is—hands, not hearts. Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, and Clown.
Des. I cannot speak of this. Come now, your Des. Do you know, sirrah, where lieutenant promise. Cassio lies ?
Oth. What promise, chuck ? Clo. I dare not say, he lies any where.
Des. I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with Des. Why, man?
you. Clo. He is a soldier; and for me to say a sol- Oth. I have a salt and sullen rheum offends me; dier lies is stabbing.
Lend me thy handkerchief. Des. Go to; where lodges he?
Des. Here, my lord. Clo. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you
Oth. That which I gave you. where I lie.
Des. I have it not about me. Des. Can any thing be made of this ?
Oth. Not? Clo. I know not where he lodges; and for me Des. No, indeed, my lord. to devise a lodging, and say—he lies here, or he Oth. That is a fault: lies there, were to lie in my own throat.
That handkerchief Des. Can you enquire him out, and be edified Did an Egyptian to my mother give: by report?
She was a charmer, and could almost read Clo. I will catechise the world for him; that The thoughts of people: she told her, while she is, make questions, and by them answer.
kept it, Des. Seek him, bid him come hither: tell him, 'Twould make her amiable, and subdue my father I have moved my lord in his behalf, and hope, Entirely to her love; but if she lost it, all will be well.
Or made a gift of it, my father's eye Clo. To do this, is within the compass of man's Should hold her loathly, and his spirits should wit; and therefore I will attempt the doing it.
[Erit. After new fancies: She, dying, gave it me: Des. Where should I lose that handkerchief, And bid me, when my fate would have me wive, Emilia?
To give it her. I did so: and take heed of't, Emil. I know not, madam.
Make it a darling like your precious eye; Des. Believe me, I had rather have lost my To lose or give't away, were such perdition, purse
As nothing else could match. Full of cruzadoes. And, but my noble Moor Des. Is it possible ? Is true of mind, and made of no such baseness Oth. 'Tis true: there's magic in the web of it: As jealous creatures are, it were enough A sibyl, that had number'd in the world To put him to ill thinking.
The sun to make two hundred compasses, Emil. Is he not jealous ?
In her prophetic fury sew'd the work: Des. Who, he? I think the sun, where he was The worms were hallow'd, that did breed the silk; born,
And it was died in mummy, which the skilful Drew all such humours from him.
Conserv'd of maidens' hearts. Emil. Look, where he comes.
Des. Indeed! is't true? Des. I will not leave him now, till Cassio Oth. Most veritable; therefore look to't well Be call'd to him. How is't with you, my lord ? Des. Then 'would to heaven, that I had ne
ver seen it. Enter OTHELLO.
Oth. Ha! wherefore? Oth. Well, my good lady:-[Aside] O, hard- Des. Why do you speak so startingly and rab? ness to dissemble !
Oth. Is't lost is't gone? speak, is it out of How do you, Desdemona?
the way? Des. Well, my good lord.
Des. Heaven bless us !
Oth. Say you?
Iago. Can he be angry? I haveseen the cannon, Des. It is not lost; but what an if it were ? When it hath blown his ranks into the air ; Oth. Ha.
And, like the devil, from his very arm Des. I say, it is not lost.
Puff'd his own brother ;-And can he be angry? Oth. Fetch't, let me see it.
Something of moment, then: I will go meet him ; Des. Why, so I can, sir, but I will not now; There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry. This is a trick, to put me from my suit; Des. I pr’ythee, do so. Something, sure, of I pray, let Cassio be receiv'd again.
[Erit lago. Otk. Fetch me that handkerchief; my mind Either from Venice; or some unhatch'd practice, misgives.
Made demonstrable here in Cyprus to him,Des. Come, come;
Hath puddled his clear spirit: and, in such cases, You'll never meet a more sufficient man. Men's natures wrangle with inferior
things, Oth. The handkerchief !
Though great ones are their object. 'Tis even so; Des. I pray, talk to me of Cassio.
For let our finger ache, and it endues Oth. The handkerchief!
Our other healthful members ev'n to that sense Des. A man that, all his time,
Of pain: Nay, we must think, men are not gods; Hath founded his good fortune on your love;
Nor of them look for such observances Shar'd dangers with you ;
As fit the bridal.-Beshr me much, Emilia, Oth. The handkerchief !
I was (unhandsome warrior as I am,) Des. In sooth,
Arraigning his unkindness with my soul ; You are to blame.
But now I find, I had suborn'd the witness, Oth. Away!
[Erit Othello. And he's indited falsely. Emil. Is not this man jealous ?
Emil. Pray heaven, it be state matters, as you Des. I ne'er saw this before.
think; Sure, there's some wonder in this handerchief: And no conception, nor no jealous toy, I am most unhappy in the loss of it.
Concerning you. Emil. 'Tis not a year or two shows us a man: Des. Alas, the day! I never gave him cause. They are all but stomachs, and we all but food; Emil. But jealous souls will not be answer'd They eat us hungerly, and when they are full,
SO; They belch us. Look you! Cassio, and my hus- They are not ever jealous for the cause, band.
But jealous, for they are jealous: 'tis a monster,
Begot upon itself, born on itself.
Des. Heaven keep that monster from Othello's
Cas. I humbly thank your ladyship.
[Exeunt Desdemona and Emiliu. Entirely honour; I would not be delay'd :
Cas. What make you from home?
How is it with you, my most fair Bianca ? But to know so must be my benefit ;
l'faith, sweet love, I was coming to your house. So shall I clothe me in a forc'd content,
Bian. And I was going to your lodging, Cassio. And shut myself up in some other course, What! keep a week away? seven days and nights? To fortune's alms.
Eight score eight hours; and lovers'absent hours, Des. Alas! thrice-gentle Cassio,
More tedious than the dial eight score times ? My advocation is not now in tune;
O weary reckoning ! My lord is not my lord ; nor should I know him, Cas. Pardon me, Bianca ; Were he in favour, as in humour, alter’d. I have this while with leaden thoughts been So help me, every spirit sanctified,
press'd; As I have spoken for you all my best ;
But I shall, in a more continuate time, And stood within the blank of his displeasure, Strike off this score of absence. Sweet Bianca, For my free speech! You must a while be patient: [Giving her Desdemona's handkerchief: What I can do, I will; and more I will, Take me this work out. Than for myself I dare: let that suffice you. Bian. O Cassio, whence came this? lago. Is my lord angry?
This is some token from a newer friend. Emil. He went hence but now,
To the felt absence now I feel a cause : And, certainly, in strange unquietness. Is it come to this? Well, well.
Cas. Woman, go to!
Bian. Leave you ! wherefore ?
To have him see me woman'd. That this is from some mistress, some remem- Bian. Why, I pray you ? brance :
Cas. Not that I love you not. No, in good troth, Bianca.
Bian, But that you do not love me, Bian. Why, whose is it?
I pray you, bring me on the way a little ; Cas. I know not, sweet: I found it in my And say, if I shall see you soon at night. chamber.
Cas. "Tis but a little way, that I can bring you, I like the work well ; ere it be demanded, For I attend here: but I'll see you soon. (As like enough it will, I'd have it copied : Bian. 'Tis very good; I must be circumstanc'd. Take it, and do't; and leave me for this time.
SCENE I. The same.
Oth. Hath he said any thing?
Iago. He hath, my lord; but be you well asEnter Othello and IAGO.
sur'd, Iago. Will you think so ?
No more than he'll unswear. oth. Think so, Iago?
Oth. What hath he said ? Iago. What,
Iago. 'Faith, that he did, I know not what To kiss in private ?
he did. Oth. An unauthoriz'd kiss.
Oth. What? what?
Oth. Naked abed, Iago, and not mean harm? Iago. With her, on her ; what you will. It is hypocrisy against the devil:
Oth. Lie with her ! lie on her !We say, lie They that mean virtuously, and yet do so, on her, when they belie her: Lie with her! The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt that's fulsome. -Handkerchief, --confessions heaven.
handkerchief.- To confess, and be hanged for Iago. So they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip: his labour.–First, to be hanged, and then to But if I give my wife a handkerchief, confess :- I tremble at it. Nature would not inOth. What then ?
vest herself in such shadowing passion, without Iago. Why, then’tis hers, my lord ; and, being some instruction. It is not words, that shake hers,
me thus :-Pish !-Noses, ears, and lips: Is it She may, I think, bestow't on any man. possible ?--Confess !-Handkerchief devil! Oth. She is protectress of her honour too;
[Falls in e trane. May she give that?
Iago. Work on, Tago. Her honour is an essence that's not My medicine, work! Thus credulous fopts are seen ;
caught; They have it very oft, that have it not: And many worthy and chaste dames, even thus, But, for the handkerchief,
All guiltless meet reproach. -What, ho! my Oth. By heaven, I would most gladly have lord !
forgot it: Thou said'st,-0, it comes o'er my memory,
Enter CASSIO. As doth the raven o'er the infected house, My lord, I say! Othello !-How now, Cassio ? Boding to all, -he had my handkerchief.
Cas. What is the matter? Iago. Ay, what of that?
Iago. My lord is fallen into au epilepsy; Oih. That's not so good, now.
This is his second fit; he had one yesterday, Iago. What, if I had said, I had seen him do Cas. Rub him about the temples. you wrong?
Iago. No, forbear: Or heard him say,—As knaves be such abroad, The lethargy must have his quiet course : Who having, by their own importunate suit, If not, he foams at mouth; and, by and by, Or voluntary dotage of some mistress,
Breaks out to savage madness. Look, he stirs : Convinc'd or supplied them, cannot choose Do you withdraw yourself a little while, But they must blab
He will recover straight; when he is gone,