In her prophetick fury fow'd the work: The worms were hallowed, that did breed the filk, Def. Indeed! is't true! Otb. Moft veritable, therefore look to't well. Def. Why do you speak fo ftartingly, and rash? Oth. Say you? Def. It is not loft; but what an if it were? Oth. Ha! Def. I fay it is not loft. Oth. Fetch't, let me fee't. Def. Why, fo I can, Sir, but I will not now: This is a trick to put me from my fuit, Pray you let Caffio be receiv'd again. Oth. Fetch me the handkerchief-my mind mifgivesDef. Come, you'll ne'er meet a more fufficient man. Oth. The handkerchief. Def. A man that all his time Hath founded his good fortunes on your love; Shar'd dangers with you. Oth. The handkerchief Def. Infooth you are to blame. Oth. Away! [Exit Othello. Emil. Is not this man jealous? Def. I ne'er faw this before. Sure there's fome wonder in this handkerchief: I'm most unhappy in the lofs of it. Emil. 'Tis not a year or two fhews us a man: They are but ftomachs, and we all but food, Ii 4 They They eat us hungerly, and when they're full Iago. There is no other way, 'tis fhe muft do't; Def. How now, good Caffio, what's the news with you? Caf. Madam, my former fuit. I do befeech you, That by your virtuous means I may again Exift, and be a member of his love, Can ranfom me into his love again; But to know fo, muft be my benefit: So fhall I cloath me in a forc'd content, And fhut my felf up in fome other course, Def. Alas! thrice gentle Caffio. My advocation is not now in tune; My Lord is not my Lord; nor fhould I know him, Were he in favour, as in humour alter'd. So help me every fpirit fanctified, As I have fpoken for you all my beft, And flood within the blank of his displeasure For my free fpeech! you must a-while be patient; What I can do, I will: and more I will Than for my felf I dare. Let that fuffice you. Emil. He went hence but now; And certainly in ftrange unquietness. Iago. Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon, When it hath blown his ranks into the air, And like the devil from his very arm Puft his own brother; and can he be angry? Something of moment then; I will go meet him; [Exit. SCENE SCE NE XII. Manent Desdemona, Æmilia, and Caffio. Our other healthful members with a fenfe Of pain. Nay, we must think men are not Gods, Emil. Pray heav'n it be State-matter, as you think, and no conception Def. Alas the day, I never gave him caufe. They are not ever jealous for a cause. But jealous, for they're jealous. It's a monster Def. Heav'n keep that monfter from Othello's mind Def. I will go feek him. Caffio, walk hereabout And feek t'effect it to my uttermoft. Caf. I humbly thank your Ladyfhip. SCENE [Ex. Def, and Emil. XIII. Caf. What makes you from home? How is it with you, my moft fair Bianca? Caf. Pardon me, Bianca: I have this while with leaden thoughts been preft, Strike off this fcore of abfence. Sweet Bianca, [Giving her Defdemona's Handkerchie Take me this work out. Bian. 'Caffio, whence came this? This is fome token from a newer friend: Caf. 'Well, go to, woman; Throw your vile gueffes in the devil's teeth, From whence you have them. You are jealous now That this is from fome miftrefs, fome remembrance: No, in good troth, Bianca. Bian. Why, whofe is it? Caf. I know not neither; I found it in my chamber; I like the work well; ere it be demanded, As like enough it will, I'd have it copied : Take it, and do't, and leave me for this time. Caf. I do attend here on the General, Bian. Why, I pray you? Caf. Not that I love you not. I pray you bring me on the way a little, 4 Oh Caffio, 5 Go to, 6 But that you do not love me; Caf. Caf. 'Tis but a little way that I can bring you, For I attend here. But I'll fee you foon. Bian. 'Tis very good; I must be circumftanc'd. [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I. A Room of State. Enter Othello, and Iago. ILL you think fo? WI IAGO. Oth. Think fo, Iago? Iago. What, to kifs in private? Othel. An unauthoriz'd kiss? Iago. Or to be naked with her friend in bed, An hour or more, not meaning any harm? Oth. Naked in bed, Iago, and not mean harm? It is hypocrifie against the devil : They that mean virtuously, and yet do so, The devil their virtue 7 'tempts not, they tempt heav'n. Iago. If they do nothing, 'tis a venial flip: But if I give my wife a handkerchief Oth. What then? Iago. Why then, 'tis hers, my Lord, and being hers, She may, I think, beftow't on any man. 8 Oth. She is proprietor of her honour too; May the give that? Iago. Her honour is an effence that's not feen, But for the handkerchief Oth. By heav'n, I would moft gladly have forgot its Thou faidft,-oh, it comes o'er my memory, 7 tempts, and they tempt... old edit. Warb. emend. As |