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I won his daughter with.
That I would all my pilgrimage dilate,
strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful; She wish’d, she had not heard it yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd
* My behaviour. + Parts.
And that would woo her. Upon this hint, 1 spako:
O my soul's joy! If after every teinpest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death! And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas, Olympus-high; and duck again as low As hell's from heaven! If it were now to die, 'Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear, My soul hath her content so absolute, That not another comfort like to this Suceeds in unknown fate.
A LOVER's EXCLAMATION. Farewell, my
Desdemona. I will come to thee straight.
OTHELLO'S FIRST SUSPICION.
Think, my lord By heaven, he echoes me, As if there were some monster in his thought Too hideous to be shown.--Thou dost mean some
thing: I heard thee say but now- Thou lik’dst not that, When Cass:o left my wife; What did'st not like? And, when I told thee--he was of my counsel In my whole course of wooing, thcu cry'dst, 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,
I think, thou dost; And, for I know thou art fall of love and honesty, And weighost thy words before thou givist them
breath, Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more: For such things. in a false disloyal knave, Are tricks of custom; but in a man that's just, They are close denotements, working from the heart, That passion cannot rule.
REPUTATION. Good name, in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something,
nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he, that filches from me my good name, Robs me of that, which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
OTHELLO'S JEALOUSY GAINING GROUND.
gone; I am abus'd, and my relief
* A species of hawk, also a term of reproach applied to & wanton.
+ Straps of leather by which a hawk is held on the fist. # Men of intrigue.
Than keep a corner in the thing I love,
DEFINITION OF JEALOUSY.
Iago. Look, where he comes! [Enter Othello.
Ha! ha! false to me? To me:
Iago. Why, how now, general? no more of that. Oth. Avaunt! be gone! thou hast set me on the
rack:I swear, 'tis better to be much abus'd, Than but to know't a little. lago.
How now, my lord? Oth. What sense had I of her stolen hours of lust? I saw it not, thought it not, it harm’d not me: I slept the next night well, was free and merry; I found not Cassio's kisses upon her lips: He that is robb’d, not wanting what is stolen, Let him not know it, and he's not robb’d at all.
Iago. I am sorry to hear this.
Oih. I had been happy, if the general camp,
* The mandrake has a soporific quality.
Pioneers were generally degraded soldiers.
The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit,
lago. Is it possible !-My lord,
Oih. Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore Be sure of it; give me the occular proof:
[Taking him by the throat Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul, Thou hadst been better have been born a dog, Than answer my wak'd wrath. Iago.
Is it come to this? Oih. Make me to see it; or (at the least) so prove it, That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop, To hang a doubt on: or, wo upon thy life! Iago. My noble lord
Oih. If thou doth slander her, and torture me, Never pray more: abandon all remorse:* On horror's head horrors accumulate: Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz’d, For nothing canst thou to damnation add, Greater than that. Iago.
O grace! O heaven defend me! Are you a man? have you a soul, or sense?God be wi' you; take mine office.-- wretched fool, That liv'st to make thine honesty a vice! O monstrous world! Take note! take note, O world, To be direct and honest, is not safe.I thank you for this profit; and, from hence, I'll love no friend, since love breeds such offence.
Oth. Nay, stay:-Thou should'st be honest.
Iago. I should be wise: for honesty's a fool,
By the world,
* All tenderness, all pity.