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Des. How now, good Cassio; what 's the news But jealous for they are jealous. "T is a monster with you ?

Begot upon itself, born on itself. Cas. Madam, my former suit. I do beseech you Des. Heaven keep that monster from Othello's That, by your virtuous means, I may again

mind! Exist, and be a member of his love

Emil. Lady, amen. Whom I, with all the duty of my heart

Des. I will go seek him.--Cassio, walk hereEntirely honour. I would not be delayed :

about: If my offence be of such mortal kind,

If I do find him fit, I 'll move your suit, That neither service past, nor present sorrows,

And seek to effect it to my uttermost. Nor purposed merit in futurity,

Cas. I humbly thank your ladyship. Can ransom me into his love again,

[Exeunt DesdEMONA and Emilia. But to know so must be my benefit: So shall I clothe me in a forced content,

Enter Bianca. And shut myself up in some other course,

Bian. Save you, friend Cassio ! To fortune's alms.

Cas. What make you from home? Des. Alas! thrice-gentle Cassio, How is it with you, my most fair Bianca ? My advocation is not now in tune :

I'faith, sweet love, I was coming to your house. My lord is not my lord ; nor should I know him Bian. And I was going to your lodging, Cassio. Were he in favour as in humour altered. What, keep a week away! seven days and nights; So help me every spirit sanctified

Eight-score eight hours? and lovers'absent hours, As I have spoken for you all my best,

More tedious than the dial eight-score times : And stood within the blank of his displeasure O weary reckoning! For my free speech. You must a while be patient: Cas. Pardon me, Bianca : What I can do, I will; and more I will

I have this while with leaden thoughts been Than for myself I dare. Let that suffice you.

pressed ; Iago. Is my lord angry?

But I shall, in a more continuate time, Emil. He went hence but now;

Strike off this score of absence. Sweet Bianca, And certainly in strange unquietness.

[Giving her Desdemona's handkerchief. Iago. Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon Take me this work out. When it bath blown his ranks into the air ;

Bian. O, Cassio, whence came this? And, like the devil, from his very arm

This is some token from a newer friend.
Puffed his own hrother :-and can he be angry? To the felt absence now I feel a cause :
Something of moment, then. I will go meet him: Is it come to this? Well, well.
There's matter in 't indeed, if he be angry.

Cas. Go to, woman! Des. I pr'y thee, do so.-Something, sure, of Throw your vile guesses in the devil's teeth, state,

[Exit Iago. From whence you have them. You are jealous now Either from Venice, or some unhatched practice That this is from some mistress, some rememMade démonstrable here in Cyprus to him,

brance: Had puddled his clear spirit : and in such cases No, in good truth, Bianca. Men's natures wrangle with inferior things,

Bian. Why, whose is it? Though great ones are their object. 'T is even so: Cas. I know not, sweet: I found it in my chamFor let our finger ache, and it indues

ber. Our other healthful members ev'n to that sense | I like the work well: ere it be demanded Of pain. Nay, we must think men are not gods; (As like enough it will), I 'd have it copied. Nor of them look for such observances

Take it, and do 't; and leave me for this time.
As fit the bridal.-Beshrew me much, Emilia, Bian. Leave you ! wherefore?
I was (unhandsome warrior as I am)

Cas. I do attend here on the general;
Arraigning his unkindness with my soul : And think it no addition, nor my wish,
But now I find I had suborned the witness, To have him see me womaned.
And he's indicted falsely.

Bian. Why, I pray you ? Emil. Pray heaven it be state matters, as you Cas. Not that I love you not. think;

Bian. But that you do not love me. And no conception nor no jealous toy

I pray you, bring me on the way a little ; Concerning you.

And say if I shall see you soon at night. Des. Alas, the day! I never gave him cause. Cas. "T is but a little way, that I can bring you,

Emil. But jealous souls will not be answered so: For I attend here: but I 'll see you soon. They are not ever jealous for the cause ;

Bian. 'Tis very good : I must be circumstanced.

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Scene I.-Before the Castle.

Enter Othello and Iago.
Iago. Will you think so?
Oth. Think so, Iago?
Iago.

What,
To kiss in private ?

Oth. An unauthorised kiss.

Iago. Or to be naked with her friend abed, An hour or more, not meaning any harm?

Oth. Naked abed, Iago, and not mean harm! It is hypocrisy against the devil: They that mean virtuously, and yet do so, The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt

heaven. Iago. So they do nothing, 't is a venial slip: But if I give my wife a handkerchief,—

Oth. What then?
Iago. Why, then, 't is hers, my lord ; and

being hers,
She may, I think, bestow 't on any man.

Oth. She is protectress of her honour too: May she give that?

Iago. Her honour is an essence that's not seen;
They have it very oft, that have it not:
But, for the handkerchief,-
Oth. By heaven, I would most gladly have

forgot it!
Thou saidst—0, it comes o'er my memory
As doth the raven o'er the infected house,
Boding to all—he had my handkerchief.

Iago. Ay, what of that?
Oth. That's not so good, now.
Iago. What if I had said I had seen him do

you wrong?
Or heard him say—(as knaves be such abroad,
Who having, by their own importunate suit,
Or voluntary dotage of some mistress,

Convinced or supplied them, cannot choose
But they must blab),-

Oth. Hath he said anything?
Iago. He hath, my lord: but, be you well

assured,
No more than he 'll unswear.

Oth. What hath he said ?
Iago. 'Faith, that he did I know not what

he did.
Oth. What; what?
Iago. Lie-
Oth. With her?
Iago. With her; on her: what you will.

Oth. Lie with her! lie on her!—We say, lie on her, when they belie her. Lie with her! that 's fulst ..e.—Handkerchief,—confessions,— handkerchief !—To confess, and be hanged for his labour.–First, to be hanged, and then to confess :-1 tremble at it. Nature would not invest hers in such shadowing passion, without some instrucı n. It is not words that shake me thus.-Pish!- Joses, ears, and lips :—Is it possible ?–Confess !—Handkerchief !–0 devil !

[Falls in a trance. Iago. Work on, My medicine, work! Thus credulous fools are

caught; And many worthy and chaste dames, even thus, All guiltless meet reproach.- What, ho! my lord !

Enter Cassio. My lord, I say! Othello!—How now, Cassio ?

Cas. What is the matter?

Iago. My lord is fallen into an epilepsy: This is his second fit; he had one yesterday.

Cas. Rub him about the temples.

Iago. No, forbear :
The lethargy must have his quiet course :

If not, he foams at mouth, and by-and-by

Iago. There's many a beast, then, in a popuBreaks out to savage madness. Look, he stirs :

lous city; Do you withdraw yourself a little while;

And many a civil monster. He will recover straight: when he is gone,

Oth. Did he confess it? I would on great occasion speak with you.

Iugo. Good sir, be a man:

[Exit Cassio. Think every bearded fellow, that's but yoked, How is it, general ? have you not hurt your head? May draw with you. There's millions now alive Oth. Dost thou mock me?

That nightly lie in those unproper beds Iago. I mock you! no, by heaven: Which they dare swear peculiar : your case is 'Would you would bear your fortunes like a man.

better. Oth. A hornéd man 's a monster and a beast. | 0, 't is the spite of hell, the fiend's arch-mock,

MAN

To lip a wanton in a secure couch,

For I will make him tell the tale anew, And to suppose her chaste !-No, let me know : | Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when And, knowing what I am, I know what she shall be. He hath, and is again to cope your wife : Oth. 0, thou art wise : 't is certain.

I say, but mark his gesture. Marry, patience; Iago. Stand you awhile apart;

Or I shall say you are all in all in spleen, Confine yourself but in a patient list.

And nothing of a man. Whilst you were here, ere while mad with your

Oth.

Dost thou hear, Iago? grief

I will be found most cunning in my patience; (A passion most unsuiting such a man),

But (dost thou hear) most bloody. Cassio came hither: I shifted him away,

Iago. That is not amiss ; And laid good 'scuse upon your ecstasy : But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw! Bade him anon return, and here speak with me;

(Othello withdraws. The which he promised. Do but encave yourself, Now will I question Cassio of Bianca, And mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable scorns, | A housewife that, by selling her desires, That dwell in every region of his face;

| Buys herself bread and clothes: it is a creature

That dotes on Cassio, -as 't is the strumpet's plague Cas. Well, I must leave her company.
To beguile many, and be beguiled by one:

Iago. Before me! look where she comes.
He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain
From the excess of laughter.—Here he comes.

Enter BIANCA.
As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad;

Cas. 'T is such another fitchew! marry, a perAnd his unbookish jealousy must construe

fumed one.- What do you mean by this haunting Poor Cassio's smiles, gestures,and light behaviour,

of me?

Bian. Let the devil and his dam haunt you! Re-enter Cassio.

What did you mean by that same handkerchief Quite in the wrong.-How do you now, lieutenant? you gave me even now? I was a fine fool to take Cas. The worser that you give me the addition

it. I must take out the whole work !-A likely Whose want even kills me.

piece of work that you should find it in your lago. Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure of't. chamber, and not know who left it there! This Now, if this suit lay in Bianca's power,

is some minx's token, and I must take out the

[Speaking lower. work! There,-give it your hobby-horse : whereHow quickly should you speed!

soever you had it, I'll take out no work on 't. Cas. Alas, poor caitiff!

Cas. How now, my sweet Bianca? how now; Oth. Look, how he laughs already! [Aside. how now? Iago. I never knew a woman love man so.

Oth. By heaven, that should be my handkerCas. Alas, poor rogue, I think, i' faith, she chief!

[Aside. loves me.

Bian. An you 'll come to supper to-night, you Oth. Now he denies it faintly, and laughs it out. may: an you will not, come when you are next [Aside. prepared for.

[Exit. Iago. Do you hear, Cassio ?

Iago. After her, after her. Oth. Now he importunes him

Cas. 'Faith I must, she 'll rail in the street else. Totell it o'er :-go to; well said, well said. [Aside. Iago. Will you sup there?

Iago. She gives it out that you shall marry her: Cas. 'Faith, I intend so. Do you intend it?

Iago. Well, I may chance to see you; for I Cas. Ha, ha, ha!

would very fain speak with you. Oth. Do you triumph, Roman? do you triumph? Cas. Pr'y thee, come: will you ?

[Aside. Iago. Go to; say no more. (Exit Cassio. Cas. I marry her !--what? a customer! I pr'y

Oth. How shall I murder him, Iago? thee, bear some charity to my wit; do not think Iago. Did you perceive how he laughed at his it so unwholesome. Ha, ha, ha!

vice? Oth. So, so, so, so: they laugh that win. [Aside. Oth. 0, Iago! Iago. 'Faith, the cry goes that you shall marry Iago. And did you see the handkerchief ?

Oth. Was that mine? Cas. Pr'y thee, say true.

Iago. Yours, by this hand : and to see how he Iago. I am a very villain else.

prizes the foolish woman your wife! she gave it Oth. Have you scored me? Well. [Aside. him, and he hath given it his whore.

Cas. This is the monkey's own giving out: she Oth. I would have him nine years a killing.is persuaded I will marry her, out of her own love | A fine woman! a fair woman! a sweet woman! and flattery, not out of my promise.

Iago. Nay, you must forget that. Oth. Iago beckons me: now he begins the story. Oth. Ay, let her rot and perish, and be damned

[Aside. | to-night; for she shall not live. No, my heart Cas. She was here even now: she haunts me is turned to stone: I strike it, and it hurts my in every place. I was, the other day, talking on hand.-0, the world hath not a sweeter creature: the sea-bank with certain Venetians; and thither she might lie by an emperor's side, and command comes this bauble: by this hand, she falls thus him tasks. about my neck,

Tago. Nay, that 's not your way. Oth. Crying, “O dear Cassio!" as it were : his | Oth. Hang her! I do but say what she is.gesture imports it.

[Aside. So delicate with her needle! An admirable musiCas. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me; cian: 0, she will sing the savageness out of a bear! so hales and pulls me: ha, ha, ha!

Of so high and plenteous wit and invention! Oth. Now he tells how she plucked him to my Iago. She's the worse for all this. chamber :-0, I see that nose of yours, but not | Oth. O, a thousand, a thousand times. And that dog I shall throw it to."

[Aside. then, of so gentle a condition !

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Iago. Ay, too gentle.

Lod. May be the letter moved him : Oth. Nay, that's certain. But yet the pity of For, as I think, they do command him home, it, Iago !-0, Iago, the pity of it, Iago!

Deputing Cassio in his government. Iago. If you are so fond over her iniquity, give Des. By my troth, I am glad on 't. her patent to offend: for if it touch not you, it Oth. Indeed ? comes near nobody.

Des.

My lord ?
Oth. I will chop her into messes.-Cuckold me! Oth. I am glad to see you mad.
Iago, 0, 't is foul in her.

Des. How, sweet Othello?
Oth. With mine officer !

Oth, Devil!

[Striking her. Iago. That's fouler.

Des. I have not deserved this. Oth. Get me some poison, Iago: this night. Lod. My lord, this would not be believed in I'll not expostulate with her, lest her body and

Venice, beauty unprovide my mind again. This night, Though I should swear I saw it. 'T is very much: Iago.

Make her amends : she weeps. Iago. Do it not with poison : strangle her in Oth. O devil, devil! her bed; even the bed she hath contaminated. If that the earth could teem with woman's tears,

Oth. Good, good : the justice of it pleases : Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile.very good.

Out of my sight! Iago. And for Cassio, let me be his undertaker. Des. I will not stay to offend you. [Going. You shall hear more by midnight.

Lod. Truly, an obedient lady.

[A trumpet within. I do beseech your lordship, call her back. Oth. Excellent good.—What trumpet is that Oth. Mistresssame?

Des. My lord ? Iago. Something from Venice, sure. 'Tis Oth.

What would you with her, sir ? Lodovico,

Lod. Who, I, my lord ? Come from the Duke: and see, your wife is with Oth. Ay; you did wish that I would make her him.

turn :

Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on, Enter Lodovico, Desdemona, and Attendants.

And turn again : and she can weep, sir, weep: Lod. 'Save you, worthy general!

And she 's obedient, as you say; obedient : Oth. With all my heart, sir.

Very obedient.-Proceed you in your tears.Lod. The Duke and senators of Venice greet Concerning this, sir,–0 well-painted passion !you.

[Gives him a packet. I am commanded home.-Get you away: Oth. I kiss the instrument of their pleasures. | I'll send for you anon.-Sir, I obey the man[Opens the packet, and reads.

date, Des. And what's the news, good cousin Lodo- | And will return to Venice.—Hence, avaunt! vico?

[Exit Desdemona. Iago. I am very glad to see you, signior : Cassio shall have my place.-And, sir, to-night, Welcome to Cyprus.

I do entreat that we may sup together. Lod. I thank you. How does Lieutenant Cassio? You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus.—Goats and Iago. Lives, sir.

monkeys!

[Exit. Des. Cousin, there's fallen between him and Lod. Is this the noble Moor, whom our full my lord

senate An unkind breach : but you shall make all well. Call all-in-all sufficient?—This the noble nature Oth. Are you sure of that?

Whom passion could not shake? whose solid virtue Des. My lord ?

The shot of accident, nor dart of chance,

Could neither graze nor pierce ?
Othello reads.

Iago. He is much changed. “This fail you not to do, as you will—"

Lod. Are his wits safe? is he not light of brain? Lod. He did not call : he's busy in the paper. Iago. He is that he is : I may not breathe my Is there division 'twixt thy lord and Cassio ?

censure. Des. A most unhappy one: I would do much What he might be (if what he might he is not), To atone them, for the love I bear to Cassio. I would to heaven he were. Oth. Fire and brimstone!

Lod. What, strike his wife ! Des. My lord ?

Iago. 'Faith, that was not so well : yet 'would Oth. Are you wise ?

I knew Des. What, is he angry?

That stroke would prove the worst.

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