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Repair there to me.
Well, my good lord, I'll do't. Oth. This fortification, gentlemen,--shall we see't? Gent. We'll wait upon your lordship. [Exeunt.
Before the Castle.
Enter DESDEMONA, Cassio, and EMILIA. Des. Be thou assur'd, good Cassio, I will do All
my abilities in thy behalf. Emil. Good madam, do; I know it grieves my
husband, As if the case were his. Des. O, that's an honest fellow.-Do not doubt,
Des. O, sir, I thank you: You do love
Ay, but, lady,
lord : my
Des. Do not doubt that; before Emilia here, I give thee warrant of thy place : assure thee, If I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it To the last article: my lord shall never rest; I'll watch him tame, and talk him out of patience; His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift; I'll intermingle every thing he does With Cassio's suit : Therefore be merry, Cassio; For thy solicitor shall rather die, Than give thy cause away.
Enter OTHELLO, and IAGO, at a distance. Emil.
Madam, here comes My lord.
Cas. Madam, I'll take my leave.
Why, stay, And hear me speak.
Cas. Madam, not now; I am very ill at ease,
[Exit Cassio. Iugo.
Ha! I like not that. Oth. What dost thou say? lago. Nothing, my lord: or if-I know not what. Oth. Was not that Cassio, parted from my wife?
Iago. Cassio, my lord ? No, sure, I cannot think it, That he would steal away so guilty-like, Seeing you coming. Oth.
I do believe 'twas he. Des. How now, my lord ?
Hawks are tamed by keeping them from sleep.
I have been talking with a suitor here,
Oth. Who is't, you mean?
Des. Why, your lieutenant Cassio. Good my lord, If I have any grace, or power to move you, His present reconciliation take; For, if he be not one that truly loves you, That errs in ignorance, and not in cunning,?. I have no judgment in an honest face: I proythee, call him back. Oth.
Went he hence now?
The sooner, sweet, for you.
No, not to-night.
I shall not dine at home;
morn; Or Tuesday noon, or night; or Wednesday morn;I pray thee, name the time; but let it not Exceed three days : in faith, he's penitent; And his trespass,
in our common reason, (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? Tell me, Othello. I wonder in
my soul, What
could ask me, that I should deny, Or stand so mammering on. What! Michael Cassio, That came a wooing with you; and many a time, When I have spoke of you dispraisingly, Hath ta’en your part; to have so much to do To bring him in! Trust me, I could do much,Oth. Pr’ythee, no more: let him come when he
will; I will deny thee nothing. Des.
Why, this is not a boon; 'Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves, Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm; Or sue to you to do peculiar profit To your own person: Nay, when I have a suit, Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed, It shall be full of poize' and difficulty, And fearful to be granted. 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. Des. Emilia, come : -Be it as your fancies teach
you; 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,
What dost thou say, Iago ? Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you woord my
lady, Know of
love ? Oth. He did, from first to last: Why dost thou
Why of thy thought, Iago ?
with her. Oth. O, yes; and went between us very oft. Tago. Indeed? Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed :-Discern’st thou aught
in that? Is he not honest ? Tago.
Honest, my lord ? Oth.
Ay, honest. Iago. My lord, for aught I know. Oth. What dost thou think? Iago.
Think, my lord ? Oth.
Think, my lord ! By heaven, he echoes me, As if there were some monster in his thought Too hideous to be shown.-Thou dost mean some
thing : I heard thee say but now,-Thou lik’dst not that, When Cassio left my wife; What did'st not like? And, when I told thee he was of my counsel