Iago. She did deceive her father marrying you; And when she seem'd to shake, and fear

She lov'd them most.

Oth. And fo fhe did.

Iago Go to then;

your looks,

She, that, fo young, could give out fuch a feeming
To feal her father's eyes up, close as oak-

He thought 'twas witchcraft-but I'm much to blame, 1 humbly do beseech you of your pardon,

For too much loving you.

Oth. I'm bound to you for ever.

lago. I fee this hath a little dash'd your spirits. Oth. Not a jot, not a jot.

Iago. Truft me, I fear it has :

I hope you will confider, what is fpoke

Comes from my love. But I do fee you're mov'd-
I am to pray you, not to train my speech

To groffer iffues, nor to larger reach,

Than to fufpicion.

Oth. I will not,

Iago. Should you do fo, my Lord,

My fpeech would fall into fuch vile fuccefs +,

Which my thoughts aim not at. Caffio's my worthy My Lord, I fee you're mov'd

Oth. No, not much mov'd-----

I do not think but Deldemona's honeft.

[friend.

Iago. Long live the fo! and long live you to think fo!
Oth. And yet, how nature erring from itself-
Iago. Ay, there's the point ;-as (to be bold with you)
Not to affect many propofed matches

Of her own clime, complexion, and degree,
Whereto we fee in all things nature tends:
Foh! one may smell, in fuch, a will most rank,
Foul difproportions, thoughts unnatural.
But, pardon me, I do not in pofition
Distinctly speak of her; though I may fear,
Her will recoiling to her better judgment,
May fall to match you with her country-forms,
And, haply, fo repent,

Oth. Farewel, farewel;

iffues, for conclufions.

↑ Juccess, for fuccession, ie, conclufion; not profperous ifje.

If more thou doft perceive, let me know more:

Set on thy wife t' obferve,

Leave me, Iago.

[Going.

Jago, My Lord, 1 take my leave.

Oth. Why did I marry?

This honeft creature, doubtless,

Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds."
Iago. My Lord, I would I might intreat your Honour
To scan this thing no farther; leave it to time:
Altho' 'tis fit that Caffio have his place,
For, fure, he fills it up with great ability;
Yet if you please to hold him off a while,
You fhall by that perceive him and his means;
Note, if your Lady strain his entertainment
With any strong or vehement importunity;
Much will be feen in that. In the mean time,
Let me be thought too busy in my fears,
(As worthy cause I have to fear I am);
And hold her free, 1 do beseech your Honour.
Oth. Fear not my government,
Jago. 1 once more take my leave.

SCENE VI. Manet Othello.
Oth. This fellow's of exceeding honefty,
And knows all qualities, with a learned * spirit,
Of human dealings. If I prove her haggard,
Tho' that her jeffes were my dear heart-ftrings,
! I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind
To prey at fortune. Haply, for I'm black,
And have not those foft parts of conversation
That chamberers have; or for I am declin'd
Into the vale of years, -yet that's not much.
- She's gone, I am abus'd, and my relief

[Exit.

Must be to lothe her. Oh the curfe of marriage !
That we can call these delicate creatures ours,
And not their appetites: I had rather be a toad,
And live upon the vapour of a dungeon,
Than keep a corner in the thing I love,
For others' use. Yet 'tis the plague of great ones;
Prerogativ'd are they lefs than the bafe;

'Tis definy unfhunnable, like death.

Even then this forked plague is fated to us

learned, for experienced.

When do we quicken. Defdemona comes!

Enter Defdemona and Emilia.

If the be falfe, oh, then heav'n mocks itself:
I'll not believ't.

Def. How now, my dear Othello?
Your dinner, and the generous islanders
By you invited, do attend your prefence.
Oth. I am to blame.

Def. Why do you fpeak 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 go in with you.

Def. I am very forry that you are not well. [Exeunt.

SCENE

VII. Manet Emilia.

Emil. I am glad I have found this napkin ;
This was her first remembrance from the Moor;
My wayward husband hath a hundred times
Woo'd me to steal it. But she fo loves the token,
(For he conjur'd her she should ever keep it),
That the referves it evermore about her,

To kifs and talk to. I'll have the work ta'en out,
And give't Iago; what he'll do with it,

Heav'n knows, not 1:

1 nothing, but to please his phantasy.

Enter Iago.

Iago. How now? what do you here alone?
Emil Do not you chide; I have a thing for you.

lago. You have a thing for me?

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?

Iago. What handkerchief?

Emil. What handkerchief?.

Why, that the Moor firit gave to Desdemona,
That which fo often you did bid me steal.
Iago. Haft ftolen it from her?

Emil No; but the let it drop by negligence;
And, to th' advantage, I being here, took't up.
Look, here tis.

lago A good wench, give it me.

Emil. What will you do with't, you have been fo To have me filch it?

lago. Why, what is that to you?

[earneft

[Snatching it.

Emil. If't be not for fome purpose of import, Give't me again. Poor lady! fhe'll run mad, When the fhall lack it.

Iago. Be not you known on't :

I have ufe for it.

Go. leave me

[Exit, Emilia,

I will in Caffio's lodging lose this napkin, And let him find it, Trifles light as air "Are to the jealous confirmations firong

"As proofs of holy writ. This may do fomething. "The Moor already changes with my poifons: "Dangerous conceits are in their nature poisons, "Which at the first are fcarce found to distaste; But, with a little act upon the blood,

"Burn like the mines of fulphur-I did fay fo."

SCENE VIII. Enter Othello.

Lock, where he comes! Not poppy, nor mandragora,
Nor all the drowsy fyrups of the world,

Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet fleep,
Which thou owedft yesterday.

Oth. Ha! falfe to me!

Iago. Why, how now, General? no more of that. Oth." Avaunt! be gone! thou'ft fet me on the rack. "I fwear 'tis better to be much abus'd,

"Than but to know a little.

Iago. How, my Lord ?

Oh What fenfe had I of her stol'n hours or luft? "I faw't not, thought it not, it harm'd not me; "I flept the next night well; was free and merry; "I found not Caffio's kiffes on her lips.

He that is robb'd, not wanting what is ftoln,
Let him not know't, and he's not robb'd at all.

Iago. I am forry to hear this.

Oth." I had been happy, if the general camp (Pioners and all) had tasted her fweet body, "So I had nothing known. Oh now, for ever "Farewel the tranquil mind! Farewel content! "Farewel the plumed troops; and the big war, "That make ambition virtue! oh, farewel! "Farewel the neighing fteed, and the fhrill trump, "The fpirit-ftirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, "The royal banner, and all quality,

"Pride, pomp, and circumftance of glorious war, And, oh, you mortal engines, whofe rude throats "Th' immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, "Farewel! Othello's occupation's gone! Iago. Is't poffible, my Lord?

Oth. Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore; Be fure of it; give me the ocular proof,

[Catching hold on him. Or, by the worth of man's eternal foul,

Thou hadst been better have been born a dog,
Than answer my wak'd wrath,

lago. 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 dost slander 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;
For nothing canft thou to damnation add,

Greater than that.

lago. Oh grace! oh heav'n defend me!

Are you a man? have you a foul? or fenfe?

God be wi' you; take mine office. O wretched fool,
That liv't to make thine honeity a vice!

Oh monstrous world! take note, take note, oh world,
To be direct and honeft, is not fake.

I thank you for this profit, and from hence

I'll love no friend, fith love breeds fuch offence.