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All guiltless, meet reproach. What, hoa! my Lord!
SCENE II. Enter Caflio.
Caf. What's the matter?
Cal. Rub him about the temples.
head ? Oth. Dost thou mock me?
lago. I mock you not, by Heav'n; Would you would bear your fortunes like a man.
Oth. A horned man's a monster, and a beast,
lago. There's many a beast then in a populous city, And many a civil monster.
Cth. Did he confess it?
lago. Good Sir, be a man :
Oth. Oh, thou art wise; 'tis certain.
lago. Stand you a while apart, Confine yourself but in a patient list. Whilst vou were here, o'erwhelmed with your grief, (A patsion most unsuiting such a man), Callio came hither. I shifted him away, And laid good 'scuses on your ecltasy; Bade him anon return, and here (peak with me ;
: unproper, for commor.
The which he promis'd. Dɔ but encave yourself,
Oth. Dost thou hear, Iago?
Iago. That's not amiss;
S CE N E III. Enter Callio. As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad; And his unbookish * jealousy must construe Poor Caffio's finiles, gestures, and light behaviour, Quite in the wrong. How do you now, Lieutenant ?
Caf. The worser that you give me the addition, Whore want even kills me,
lago. Ply Dedemona well, and you are sure on't : Now, if this suit lay in Bianca's power, [Speaking lower. How quickly thould you speed ?
Caf. Alas, poor caitiff!
[ Afide. lago. I never knew a woman love man so. Caf. Alas, poor rogue, I think indeed the loves me. Oih. Now he denies it faintly, and laughs out.
[4fide. lago. Do your hear, Caflio? Oib. Now he importunes him unbook M, for ignorant. VOL, VIII.
To tell it o'er : go to, well said, well said. [ Aside.
lago. She gives it out that you shall marry her. Do you intend it?
Cas. Ha, ha, ha!
[ Afde. Caf. I marry her! What ? a customer ? pr’ythee, bear some charity to my wit, do not think it so unwholfome. Ha, ha, ha! Oih. So, fo: they laugh that win.
[ Aside lago. Why, the cry goes that you shall marry her, Caf. Pr’ythee, say true. Iago. I am a very villain else. Oth. Have you scor'd me ? well.
[ Afide. Caf. This is the monkey's own giving out : she is persuaded I will marry her out of her own love and dattery, not out of my promise. Oth. Iago beckons me : now he begins the story.
(Alide. Caf. She was here even now: she liaunts me in eve. ry place. I was the other day talking on the lea-bank with certain Venetians, and thither comes the bauble, and falls me thus about my neck
Oth, Crying, Oh dear Calli), as it were: his gesture imports it.
[Ande. Caf. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me; fo Thakes, and pulls me,
Ha, ha, ha! Oth. Now he tells how she pluck'd him to my chan. ber : oh I see that nose of your's, but not that dog! Ihall throw it to.
[ Afide. Caf. Well, I must leave her company. lago. Before me! look where the coines.
S CE N E IV. Enter Bianca, Caf. 'Tis such another fitchew! marry, a perfum'd
What do you mean by this haunting of oe?
Bian. Let the devil and his dam haunt you ! what did you mean by that same handkerchief you gave me even now? I was a fine fool to take it : I must take out the work ? a likely piece of work, that you should find it in your cham: «r, and know not who left it there.
This is some minx's token, and I must take out the work; there— give it your hobby.horse: whereso. ever you had it, i'll take out no work on't.
Caf: How now, my sweet Bianca ? how now ? how
Oih. By Heaven, that should be my handkerchief.
[ Afde. Bian. If you'll come to supper to night, you may; if you will not, come when you are next prepard for.
.[Exit. Iago. After her, after her Caf. I must, she'll rail in the streets else. lago. Will you sup there : Laf. Yes, I intend so. lage. Well, I may chance to see you; for I would very fain speak with you.
Caf. Pr'ythee, come, will you?
[Exit Caflio. S CE N E V. Manent Othello and lago. Oth. How shall I murther him, lago? lago. Did you perceive how he laugh'd at his vice? Oth. Oh, lago!-Iago. And did you see the handkerchief ? Oth. Was that mine?
lag). Your's, by this hand: and to see how he prizes: the foolish woman your
wife. She gave it him, and he hath given it his whore.
Oth. I would have him nine years a-killingA fine woman! a fair woman ! a sweet woman!
lago. Nay, you must forget that.
Oth. Ay, let her rot and perish, and be damo'd tonight; for the shall not live. No, my heart is turn'd to stone : Istrike it, and it hurts
hand Oh, the world hath not a tweeter creature. She might lie by an Emperor's side, and command lim talks.
lego. Nay, that's not your way.
Oih. Hang ber, I do but say what she is so deli.. cate with her needle.-----An admirable musician.-Oh, she will sing the savageness out of a bear: of, for high and plenteous wit and invention !
Lage. She's the worse for all this.
Oth. Oh, a thousand, a thousand times : And then of so gentle condition !
lago. Ay, too gentle.
OthNay, that's certain. But yet the pity of it, lago-Oh, fago, the pity of it, lago
lago. If you are so fond over her iniquity, give her
Qth. I will chop her into messes : cuckold me!
Oih. Get me fome poison, fago, this night; I'll not exposiulate with her, left her body and her beauty un. provide my mind again; this night, lago,
lago. Do it not with poison, strangle her in her bed, Even in the bed the hath contaminated.
016. Good, good:
Jag?. “And for Callio, let me be his undertaker;
Oih. Excellent grod. --- \l hat trumpet is that same?
lago. Something from Venice, fure'Tis Lodovico Come from the Duke : and, see, your wife is with hin.
Enter Lodovico, Desdemona, and Altendants, from the
palace. Lod Save you, worthy Generala Oib. With all ny heart, Sir.
Lod. The Duke and the Senators of Venice greet you.
[Gives bim a letter, Oth. I kiss the intrument of their pleasures. Def. And what's the news, good coulin Lodovico ?
lago, I am very glad to see you, Signior. Welcome to Cyprus. Lod.
How does Lieutenant Caffio ? lago. Lives, Sir.
Der. Cousin, there's fall'n between him and my Lord an unkind breach: but you thall make all well.
I thank you.