. And, haply, fo repent. Oth. Farewel, farewel; If more thou doft perceive, let me know more: Oth. Why did I marry ? This honeft creature, doubtless, [Going. Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds. Let me be thought too busy in my fears, (As worthy caufe I have to fear, I am ;) Manet Othello.. Oth. This fellow's of exceeding honesty, [Exit. For others' ufe. Yet 'tis the plague of Great ones; Pre Prerogativ'd are they lefs than the base; Enter Desdemona and Æmilia. If she be false, oh, then heav'n mocks it felf: Def. How now, my dear Othello? Def. Why do you speak fo faintly? Are you not well? Oth. I have a pain upon my forehead here. Def. Why, that's with watching, 'twill away again; Let me but bind it hard, within this hour It will be well. Oth. Your napkin is too little; [She drops her handkerchief. Let it alone: come, I'll in with you. go Def. I am very forry, that you are not well. [Exeunt: Manet Emilia. Emil. I am glad, I have found this napkin; To kifs and talk to. I'll have the work ta'en out, Heav'n knows, not I: I nothing, but to please his fantafie. Enter Iago. Iago. How now? what do you here alone? It is a common thing Emil. Ha? Iago. To have a foolish wife. Emil. Oh, is that all? what will you give me now For that fame handkerchief? lago. What handkerchief? Emil. What handkerchief? Why, That the Moor firft gave to Desdemona; Emil. No; but she let it drop by negligence; lago. A good wench, give it me. Amil. What will you do with't, you have been fo earnest To have me filch it? Iago. Why, what is that to you? [Snatching it. Emil. If't be not for fome purpose of import, Give't me again. Poor lady! the'll run mad, When the fhall lack it. Iago. Be not you known on't: [Exit Emil. I have ufe for it. Go, leave me- ; Look, where he comes! Not Poppy, nor Mandragora, Nor all the drowfy Sirups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that fweet Sleep, Which thou hadst yesterday. Oth. Ha! falfe to me! Iago. Why, how now, General? no more of that. Oth. Avant! be gone! thou'ft fet me on the rack: I swear, I fwear, 'tis better to be much abus'd, Than but to know a little. Iago. How, my lord? aft? Oth. What fenfe had I of her ftol'n hours of He, that is robb'd, not wanting what is ftol'n, Oth. I had been happy, if the general Camp, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! Iago. Is't poffible, my lord? Oth. Villain, be fure, thou prove my love a whore; Be fure of it give me the ocular proof, [Catching hold on him. Or, by the worth of mine eternal foul, Thou hadst been better have been born a dog, Iago. Is't come to this? Oth. Make me to fee't; or, at the leaft, fo prove it, That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop, To hang a doubt on: or, woe upon thy life! Iago. My noble lord Oth. If thou doft flander her, and torture me, Never pray more; abandon all remorfe; On horrors head horrors accumulate; Do deeds to make heav'n weep, all earth amaz'd; N 3 Greater Greater than that. Iago. Oh grace! oh heav'n defend me ! Are you a man? have you a foul? or fenfe? Oh monftrous world! take note, take note, oh world, 1 thank you for this profit, and from hence I'll love no friend, fith love breeds fuch offence. thou fhould'ft be honeft Iago. I fhould be wife, for hogefty's a fool, And lofes what it works for. Oth. By the world, I think, my wife is honeft; and think, fhe is not; As my own face. If there be cords, or knives, Poifon, or fire, or fuffocating ftreams, I'll not endure't -'Would, I were fatisfied! Iago. I fee, Sir, you are eaten up with paffion; I do repent me that I put it to you. You would be fatisfied? Oth. Would? nay, and will. Jago. And may; but how? how fatisfied, Would you be fupervifor, grofly gape on? Behold her tupp'd? Oth. Death and damnation! oh! Iago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think, Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys, Oth. |