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With Caffio's fuit: therefore be merry, Cassio :
For thy solicitor Thall rather die,
Than give thy cause away.
SCENE IV. Enter Othello and Iago, at distance.
Æmil. Madam, here comes my Lord.
Caf. Madam, I'll take
leave. Des Why, stay and hear me speak.
Caf. Madam, not now ; I'm very ill at ease, Upfit for mine own purposes.
Def. Well, do your difcretion. [Exit Caffio. lago. Ha! I like not that.Oth, What dost thou say? lagó. Nothing, my Lord; or if I know not what, Oih. Was not ihat Caffio parted from my wife ?
lago. Callio, my Lord?-110, sure, I cannot think it, That he would steal away so guilty.like, Seeing you coming.
Oih. I believe 'twas he.
Def, How now, my Lord ?
I have been talking with a suitor here,
A man that languishes in your displeasure.
Oih. Who is't you mean ?
Def. Why, your Lieutenant Caffio. 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 pr'ythee call
Oib. Went he hence now ?
Def, I, footh, fo humbled,
That he hath left part of his grief with me,
To suffer with him. Good love, call him back,
Oth. Not now, sweet . Desdemona; some other time,
Defi But shall't be shortly?
Oin. The sooner, sweet, for you.
Def. Shall't be lo-night at supper?
Oih. Not to night.
Def. Tomorrow dinner then ?
Oih. I shall not dine at home :
* sunning, for design, or purpose simply.
I meet the captains at the citadel.
Def. Why then to-morrow night, or Tuesday morn,
Or Tuesday noon, or night, or Wednesday morn,
I pr’ythee, name che cime ; but let it not
Exceed three days; in faith, he's penitent :
And yet his trespass, in our common reason,
(Save that, they fay, the wars must make examples
Out of their best), is not almost a fault
T'incur a private check,
When shall he com: ?
Tell me, Othello. I wonder in my soul,
What you would ask me, that I would deny,
Or stand so mutt'ring on? What? Michael Caffio !
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-
Oih. Pr'ythee, no more; let him come when he will,,
I will deny thee nothing.
Def. Why, this is not a boon :
'Tis as I should intreat you wear your cloaths,
Or feed on nourilhing meats, or keep you warin ;.
Or sue to you, to do peculiar profit
To your own person. Nay, when I have suit;
Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed,
It shall be full of poize and difficulty,
And fearful to be granted:
Orb. I will deny thee nothing.
Whereon I do beseech thee, grant me this, ,
To leave me but a little to myself,
Def. Shall I deny you ? no : farewel, my Lord,
Oth. Farewel, my Desdemona, I'll come strait.
Def. Æmilia, come : be as your fancies teach you ;
Whate'er you be, Tam obedient.
SCENE, V. Manent Othello and lago.
Oth.“ Excellent wretch!-- Perdition catch soul,,
" But I do love thee ; and when I love thee sot,
“ Chaos is come again."
Iago. My noble Lord,-
Oh what dost thou say, lago ? '
lago. Did Michael Caffio, when you woo'd my Lady,,
Oth. He did from first to last: why dost thou ask ?
lago. But for a satisfaction of my thought, No further harm.
Oth. Why of thy thought, lago?
Iago. I did not think he'd been acquainted with it.
Oth. Oh, yes, and went between us very oft.
lage. Indeed !
Oth. Indeed ! ay, indeed. Discern'st thou aught in Is he not honest ?
[that lago. Honest, my Lord ? Oth. Honeit? ay honest, lago. My Lord, for aught I know. Oth. What doft thou think? Iago. Think, my Lord !
Oik. Think, my Lord! why, by heav'n, thou echo'st As if there were fome monster in thy thought, [me; Too hideous to be shewn. Thou doft mean something : I heard thee say but now, thou lik'st not that, When Caftio left my wife. What didst not like? And when I told thee, he was of my counsel, In my whole course of wooing; thou cry'lt, Indeed! And didst contract and purse thy brow together, As if thou then had 'st shut up in thy brain Some horrible conceit. If thou dost love me, Shew me thy thought.
lago. My Lord, you know I love you.
Oth. I think thou dost : " And for I know thou art full of love and honesty, “ And weigh'lt thy words befcre thou giv'st them breath, • Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more : " For such things, in a falle disloyal koave,
Are tricks of custom ; but, in a man that's just,
They're cold dilations working from the heart,
That paffion cannot rule.
Iazo. For Michael Cafțio,
I dare be sworn, I think, that he is honefta.
Oth. I think so too.
Jugo. Men Thould be what they seem ; O!, thofe.that be not, 'would they might seem knaves ! Oth. Certain, men should be what they seem,
lago Why, then I think Caffio's an honest mane. Qih. Nay, yet there's more in this a
I pray thee speak to me as to thy thinkings,
As thou doft ruminate ; and give thy worit of thoughts
The worst of words.
lago. Good my Lord, pardon me.
Tbo'I am bound to every act of duty,
I am not bound to that all leves are free to ;
Utter my thoughts !-Why, tay, they're vile and false;
As where's that's palace, whereinto foul things
Sometimes intrude not ?. who has a brealt to
But some uncleanly apprehensions
Keep leets and law-days, and in fellions fit
With meditations lawful?
Oth. Thou doit conspire against thy friend, lago,
If thou but think'it him wrong'd, and mak'it his ear.
A ftranger to thy thoughts, i
lago. I do beleech you,
Think I, perchance, am vicious in my guess,
(As, i confels, it is my nature's plague
To ipy into abuse ; and oft my jealousy
Shapes faults that are not) ; I intreat you then,
From one that so imperfectly conjects,
Your wisdom would not build yourself a trouble
Out of my scattering and unfure obfervance:
It were not for your quiet, nor your good,
Nor for my manhood, honefty, and wisdom,
To let you know my thoughts.
Oth. What dost thou mean?
lago. Good name in man and woman, dear
my Lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls. Who iteals my purse, Iteals tralh ; 'tis fomething, no.
thing; • 'Twas mine, 'tis his ; and has been slave to thousands; • But be that filches from me my good name, • Robs me of that which not enriches him, 6. And makes me poor indeed.'
Osh. I'll know thy thoughts
lago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand; Nor ihall not, whilst 'tis in my custody.
lago. Oh, beware, my Lord, cf jealousy ; It is a green-ey'd monster, which doch mock The meat it feeds on, That cuckold lives in bliss,
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger ;
But, oh, what damned minutes tells he o'er,
Who doats, yet doubts; suspeas, yet Atrongly loves !
Oth. O misery!
Iago. Poor and content, is rich and rich enough;
But riches endless, is as poor as winter,
To him that ever fears he shall be poor.
Good heaven! the souls of all my tribe defend
Oth, Why? why is this?
Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy?
To follow still the changes of the moon
With fresh suspicions ? No; to be once in doubt,
Is once to be resolv’d.
Exchange me for a goat,
When I shall turn the business of my soul
To such exsuffolate and blown surmises,
Matching thy inference *. 'Tis not to make me jea.-
To say, my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,
Is free of speech, fings, plays, and dances well;
Where virtue is, these make more virtuous.
Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw
The smallest fear, or doubt of her revolt ;
For she had eyes, and chose me,
I'll fee, before I doubt; when I doubt, prove,
And on the proof, there is no more but ibis,
Away at once with love or jealousy.
Iago. I'm glad of this; for now I shall have reafor :
To thew the love and duty that I bear you
With franker spirit. Therefore, as I'm bound,
Receive it from me. I speak not yet of proof,
Look to your wife, observe her well with Callio;
Wear your eye, thus ; not jealous, nor secure ;,
I would not have your free and noblé nature
Out of self-bounty t be abus'd ; look to't.
I know our country-difpofition well;
In Venice they do let heav'n see the pranks
They dare riot shew their husbands; their best conscience:
Is not to leave't undone, but keep't unknown.
Oth. Doft chou say so !
*inference, for description, accourt,
t felf bounty, for inberent gencrosity..