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Iago. She did deceive ber father marrying you;
looks, She lov'd them molt.
Oth. And so she did,
lago. Go to then;
Oth. I will not,
lago. Should you do so, my Lord,
lago. Long live the lo ! and long live you to think fo!
lago. Ay, there's the point;mas (to be bold with you)
issues, for conclusions,
If more thou doft perceive, let me know more:
lago. My Lord, I would I might intreat your Honour
Oth. Fear not my government,
[Exit. SC E N E VI. Manet Othello, Oth. This fellow's of exceeding honesty, And knows all qualities, with a learned * spirit, of human dealings. If I prove her haggard,
Tho' that her jesses were my dear heart-Itrings, ! I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind To prey at fortune. Haply, for I'm black, And have not those soft
of onversation 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 Must be to lothe her. Oh the curse 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 less than the base ; 'Tis delfiny unfhunnable, like death, Even then this forked plague is fated to us
• learned, for experienced.
in with you.
When do we quicken. Desdemona comes !
Enter Desdemona and Æmilia.
Def. How now, my dear Othello?
Oth, I am to blame.
Def. Why do you speak so faintly?
Oiha I have a pain upon my foreliead here.
Def. Why, that's with watching, 'twill away.again.
[She drops her handkerchief.
SCENE VII. Manet Æmilia.
lago. You have a thing for me?
Æmil. Ha ?
Æmil, oh, is that all? what will you give me now
lago. What bandkerchief?
Emil, What handkerchief?
lago. Hast stolen it from her ?
Ænil 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.
Æmil What will you do with’t, you have been so To have me filch it?
searnest Į lage. Why, what is that to you? [Snatcbing it.
Æmil. If't be not for some purpose of import, Give't me again, Poor lady! the'll run mad, When the shall lack it.
Iago. Be not you known on't :
SCENE VIII. Enter Othello.
Oth. Ha! false to me!
Oth. “ Avaunt ! be gone ! thou'st set me on the rack.
lago. How, my Lord ?
Oih 6. What iense had I of her stol'n hours or luft? " I saw't not, thought it not, it harm'd not me;
I slept che next night well ; was free and merry :
lago. I am forry to hear this.
(Pioners and all) had taited her sweet body, " So I had nothing known. Oh now, for ever “ Farewel the tranquil mind! Farewel content ! “ Farewel the pluined troops; and the big war, “ That make ambition virtue! oh, farewel! " Farewel the neighing steed, and the fbrill trump, " The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, “ The royal banner, and all quality, " Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war, * And, oh, you mortal engines, whose rude throats " Th’immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, "Farewel! Othello's occupation's gone !
lago. Is't pollible, my Lord?
Oth. Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore ; Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof,
[Catching hold on him. Or, by the worth of man's eternal loul, Thou hadīt been better have been born a dog, Than answer my wak'd wrath,
lago. Is't come to this? Oih. Make me to see't; or, at the lealt, so prove it, That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop, To hang a doubt on; or woe upon thy life!
lago. My Noble Lord
Oih, if thou dost slander her, and torture me,
lagi. Oh grace ! oh heav'n defend me! Are you a man! have you a foul ? or lense? God be wi' you; take mine office. U wretched fool, That liy'st to make thine honeity a vice ! Oh monstrous world! take note, take note, oh world, To be direct and honest, is not faie. I thank you for this profit, and from hence l'll love no friend, fith love breeds such offence. : remorse, for repentance. VOL. VIII.