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Oth. The handkerchief,

Des. I pray, talk me of Cassio.

Oth. The hankerchief,

Des. A man that, all his time,

Of pain: Nay, we must think, men are not
Nor of them look for such observances [gods;
As fit the bridal.*-Beshrew me much, Emilia,
I was (unhandsome warrior as I am,)

Hath founded his good fortune on your love; Arraigning his unkindness with my soul;

Shar'd dangers with you

Oth. The handkerchief,

Des. In sooth,

You are to blame.

Oth. Away!

But now I find, I had suborn'd the witness,
And he's indited falsely.

Emil. Pray heaven, it be state matters, as
you think ;

[Exit OTHELLO. And no conception, nor no jealous toy,
Concerning you.

Emil. Is not this man jealous?

Des. I ne er saw this before.

Sure, there's some wonder in this handkerchief:

I am most unhappy in the loss of it.

Des. Alas, the day! I never gave him cause.
Emil. But jealous souls will not be answer'd

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Emil. 'Tis not a year or two shows us a man: They are not ever jealous for the cause, They are all but stomachs, and we all but food; But jealous for they are jealous: 'tis à monster, They eat us hungerly, and when they are full, Begot upon itself, born on itself.

They belch us. Look you! Cassio, and my

husband.

Enter IAGO and CASSIO.

lago. There is no other way; 'tis she must' do't; [her. And, lo, the happiness! go, and importune Des. How now, good Cassio? what's the news with you?

Cas. Madam, my former suit; I do beseech

you,

That, by your virtuous means, I may again
Exist, and be a member of his love,
Whom I, with all the duty of my heart,
Entirely honour; I would not be delay'd:
If my offence be of such mortal kind,
That neither service past, nor present sorrows,
Nor purpos'd merit in futurity,
Can ransom me into his love again,
But to know so must be my benefit;
So shall I clothe me in a forc'd content,
And shut myself up in some other course,
To fortune's alms.

Des. Alas! thrice-gentle Cassio,
My advocation is not now in tune;

My lord is not my lord; nor should I know him,
Were he in favour, as in humour, alter'd.
So help me, every spirit sanctified,
As I have spoken for you all my best;

Des. Heaven keep that monster from Othello's mind!

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More tedious than the dial eight score times? 10 weary reckoning!

Cas. Pardon me, Bianca ;

[press'd; I have this while with leaden thoughts been But I shall, in a more continuate time, Strike off this score of absence. Sweet Bianca. [Giving her DESDEMONA's Handkerchief.

Take me this work out.

Bian. O. Cassio, whence came this?

And stood within the blankt of his displeasure, This is some token from a newer friend.

For my free speech! You must awhile be

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Bian. Why, whose is it?

Cas. I know not, sweet: I found it in my chamber.

When it hath blown his ranks into the air;
And, like the devil, from his very arm
Puff'd his own brother;-And can he be an-I like the work well; ere it be demanded,
gry?
[him (As like enough, it will,) I'd have it copied:
Something of moment, then: I will go meet Take it, and do't; and leave me for this time.
There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry.
Des. I pr'ythee, do so.-Something, sure, of

Bian. Leave you! wherefore?
Cas. I do attend here on the general;
[Exit IAGO. And think it no addition, nor my wish,
Either from Venice; or some unhatch'd prac-To have him see me woman'd.

state,

tice,t

Made demonstrable here in Cyprus to him,Hath puddled his clear spirit: and, in such cases,

Bian. Why, I pray you?
Cas. Not that I love you not.

Bian. But that you do not love me.
pray you, bring me on the way a little;
And say, if I shall see you soon at night.
Cas. "Tis but a little way, that I can bring
you,

Men's natures wrangle with inferior things,
Though great ones are their object. 'Tis even
For let our finger ache, and it endues [so;
Our other healthful members ev'n to that For I attend here: but I'll see you soon.

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

Oth. Naked abed, lago, 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, 'tis a venial slip: But if I give my wife a handkerchief,

Oth. What then?

Cas. What is the matter?

Jago. My lord is tallen into an epilepsy; This is his second fit; he had one yesterday. Cas. Rub him about the temples.

lago. No, forbear:

The lethargy must have his quiet course:
If not, he foams at mouth; and, by and by,
Breaks out to savage madness. Look he stirs :
Do you withdraw yourself a little while,
He will recover straight; when he is gone,
would on great occasion speak with you,-
[Exit CASSIO.

I

How is it, general? have you not hurt your head?

Oth. Dost thou mock me ?

Jago. I mock you! no, by heaven: [man. 'Would, you would bear your fortunes like a Oth. A horned man's a monster, and a beast. Iago. There's many a beast then in a populous city,

Iago. Why then 'tis hers, my lord; and, be-And many a civil monster.

ing 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 said'st, O, 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 suppliedt them, cannot choose
But they must blab-

Oth. Did he confess it?

Jago. Good Sir, be a man ;

Think, every bearded fellow, that's but yok'd, May draw with you there's millions now alive,

That nightly lie in those unproper* beds,
Which they dare swear peculiar; your case is
better.

O, 'tis the spite of hell, the fiend's arch-mock,
To lip a wanton in a secure couch,

And to suppose her chaste! No, let me know:
And, knowing what I am, I know what she
shall be.

Oth. O, thou art wise; 'tis certain,
Iago. Stand you awhile apart;
Confine yourself but in a patient list.f
Whilst you were here, ere while mad with
your grief,

(A passion most unsuiting such a man,) Cassio came hither: I shifted him away, And laid good 'scuse upon your ecstasy; Bade him anon return, and here speak with [self, Iago. He hath. my lord; but be you well as-The which he promis'd. Do but encavet yourNo more than he'll unswear. [sur'd. And mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable

Oth. Hath he said any thing?

Oth. What hath he said?

me;

scorns,

Iago. 'Faith, that he did,-I know not what That dwell in every region of his face;

he did.

Oth. What? what?

Iago. Lie

Oth. With her?

For I will make him tell the tale anew.Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when

He hath, and is again to cope your wife;

Jago With her, on her; what you will. I say, but mark his gesture. Marry, patience; Oth. Lie with her! lie on her! We say, lie Or I shall say, you are all in all in spleen,

on her, when they belic her: Lie with her !(And nothing of a man.

that's fulsome.-Handkerchief,-confessions. Oth. Dost thou hear, Iago?

-handkerchief. To confess, and be hanged I will be found most cunaing in my patience; for his labour-First to be hanged, and then But (dost thou hear?) most bloody.

to confess :-I tremble at it. Nature would Iago. That's not amiss;

not invest herself in such shadowing passion, But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw; without some instruction. It is not words, [OTHELLO withdraws.

that shake me thus:-Pish-Noses, ears, and Now will I question Cassio of Bianca, lips-Is it possible -Confess -Handker-A housewife, that, by selling her desires, chief!-O devil![Falis in a Trance. Buys herself bread and clothes: it is a creature, That dotes on Cassio,- as 'tis the strumpet's

Iago. Work on,

My medicine, work! Thus credulous fools

are caught;

plague,

To beguile many, and be beguil'd by one; And many worthy and chaste dames, even thus, He, when he bears of her, cannot refrain All guiltless meet reproach.--What, ho! my From the excess of laughter - Here he lord!

comes:

Re-enter CASSIO.

The raven was thought to be a constant attendant on As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad;

a house infected with the plague.

Old spelling of suppled, i, e. softened.

$A proverbial saying.

*Common. Within the bounds of patience. Hide

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And his unbookish jealousy must construe 1 Bian. An you'll come to supper to-night, yon Poor Cassio's smiles, gestures, and light be- may: an you will not, come when you are next haviour prepared for. [Erit. Quite in the wrong.-How do you now, lieuCas. The worser, that you give me the addi-, Whose want even kills me.

Jago. After her, after her.

Cas. 'Faith I must, she'll rail in the streets

[tion,telse.

Iago. Ply Desdemona well, and you are

sure of't.

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lago. And did you see the handkerchief? Oth. Was that mine?

lago. Yours, by this hand: and to see how he prizes the foolish woman, your wife! she gave it to him, and he hath given it his whore. Oth. I would have him nine years a kill

Iago. She gives it out, that you shall marrying :-A fine woman! a fair woman! a sweet Do you intend it? [her: woman!

Cas. Ha, ha, ha!

Oth. Do you triumph, Roman? do you tri

umph?

lago. Nay you must forget that.

Oth. Ay, let her rot, and perish, and be [Aside.damned to-night; for she shall not live: No, Cas. I marry her!-what? a customer! my heart is turned to stone; I strike it, and it pr'ythee, bear some charity to my wit; do not hurts my hand. O, the world hath not a think it so unwholesome. Ha, ha, ha! sweeter creature: she might lie by an emperor's side, and command him tasks.

Oth. So, so, so, so; they laugh that win.

[Aside. Iago. 'Faith, the cry goes, that you shall marry her.

Cas. Pr'ythee, say true.
lago. I am a very villain else.

Oth. Have you scored me? Well. [Aside.
Cas. This is the monkey's own giving out:
she is persuaded I will marry her, out of her
own love and flattery, not out of my promise.
Oth. Iago, beckons me; now he begins the
story.
[Aside.

Jago. Nay, that's not your way.

Oth. Hang her! I do but say what she is:So delicate with her needle!-An admirable musician! O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear-Of so high and plenteous wit-and invention!

Jago. She's the worse for all this.

Oth. O, a thousand, a thousand times:And then of so gentle a condition!* lago. Ay. too gentle.

Oth. Nay, that's certain: But yet the pity Cas. She was here even now; she haunts me of it, lago!-0, lago, the pity of it, lago! in every place. I was, the other day, talking Iago. If you are so fond over her iniquity, on the sea-bank with certain Venetians; and give her patent to offend; for, if it touch not thither comes this bauble; by this hand, she you, it comes near nobody.

falls thus about my neck;

Oth. I will chop her into messes:-Cuckold

Oth. Crying, O dear Cassio! as it were: his me! gesture imports it.

[Aside.

Cas. So bangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me; so hales, and pulls me: ha, ha, ha!

Iago. O, 'tis foul of her.
Oth. With mine officer!
lago. That's fouler.

Oth. Now he tells, how she pluck'd him to Oth. Get me some poison, Iago; this night: my chamber: O, I see that nose of yours, bnt-I'll not expostulate with her, lest her body not that dog I shall throw it to. and beaty unprovide my mind again; this night, lago.

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This is some minx's token, and I Come from the duke: and, see, your wife is must take out the work? There,-give it your hobby-horse: wheresoever you had it, I'll take out no work on't.

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Oth. This fail you not to do, as you will—

[Reads. Lod. He did not call; he's busy in the paper;| Is there division 'twixt thy lord and Cassio? Des. A most unhappy one; I would do

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Oth. What would you with her, Sir?
Lod. Who, I my lord?

Oth. Ay; you did wish, that I would make her turn:

Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on,
And turn again; and she can weep, Sir, weep;
And she's obedient, as you say,-obedient,
Very obedient;-Proceed you in your tears.
Concerning this, Sir,-O well painted passion!
I am commanded home :-Get you away;
I'll send for you anon.-Sir, I obey the man-
date,

And will return to Venice ;-Hence, avaunt!
Exit DESDEMONA.
Cassio shall have my place. And,-Sir, to-
night,

1 do entreat that we may sup together.

Lod. Are his wits safe? is he not light of brain?

Iago. He is that he is; I may not breathe my

censure.

What he might be,-if, what he might, he is I would to heaven, he were. [not,

Lod. What, strike his wife!

Iago. 'Faith, that was not so well; Yet 'would I knew,

That stroke would prove the worst.
Lod. Is it his use?

Or did the letters work upon his blood,
And new-create this fault!

lago. Alas, alas!

It is not honesty in me to speak What I have seen and known.

serve him;

You shall ob

And his own courses will denote him so,
That I may save my speech: Do but go after,
And mark how he continues.

Lod. I am sorry, that I am deceiv'd in him. [Exeunt.

SCENE II-A Room in the Castle.

Enter OTHELLO and EMILIA.

Oth. You have seen nothing then?
Emil. Nor ever heard; nor ever did suspect.
Oth. Yes, you have seen Cassio and she to-
gether.

Emil. But then I saw no harm and then I heard

[them. Each syllable, that breath made up between Oth. What, did they never whisper ? Emil Never, my lord.

Oth. Nor send you out of the way?

Emil. Never.

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If any wretch hath put this in your head
Let heaven requite it with the serpent's curse!
For, if she be not honest, chaste, and true,
There's no man happy; the purest of their
Is foul as slander.
[wives

Oth. Bid her come hither :-
:-go-

[Exit EMILIA. She says enough :-yet she's a simple bawd, That cannot say as much. This is a subtle whore,

A closet-lock-and-key of villanous secrets : And yet she'll kneel, and pray; I have seen her do't.

Re-enter EMILIA with DESDEMONA.
Des. My lord, what is your will?
Oth. Pray, chuck, come hither.
Des. What is your pleasure?
Oth. Let me see your eyes;

You are welcome, Sir, to Cyprus.-Goats, and Look in my face.

monkies!

[Exit.

Lod. Is this the noble Moor whom our full|

[ture

Des. What horrible fancy's this? Oth. Some of your function, mistress; senate [TO EMILIA. Call-all-in-all sufficient?-This the noble na-Leave procreants alone, and shut the door; Whom passion could not shake? whose solid Cough, or cry-hem, if any body come: Your mystery, your mystery;-nay, despatch. [Exit EMILIA.

virtue

The shot of accident, nor dart of chance,

Could neither graze, nor pierce ?

Jago. He is much chang'd.

* Reconcile.

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Oth. Why, what art thou?

Des. Your wife, my lord; your true And loyal wife.

Oth. Come, swear it. damn thyself; Lest, being like one of heaven, the

themselves

devils

Oth. I cry you mercy, then ;

I took you for that cunning whore of Venice,
That married with Othello.-You, mistress,
Re-enter EMILIA.

That have the office opposite to Saint Peter,
Should fear to seize thee: therefore be double-[And keep the gate of hell; You! you! ay,
Swear-thou art honest.
[damn'd,]

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Oth. Had it pleas'd heaven
To try me with affliction; had he rain'd
All kinds of sores, and shames, on my bear
head;

Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips;
Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes;
I should have found in some part of my soul
A drop of patience: but (alas!) to make me
A fixed figure, for the time of scorn
To point his slow unmoving finger at,—
0:0!

Yet could I bear that too; well, very well :
But there, where I have garner'd" up my heart;
Where either I must rive, or bear no life;
The fountain from the which my current runs,
Or else dries up; to be discarded thence!
Or keep it as a cistern, for foul toads
To knot the gender in!-turn thy complexion
there!
[bim:
Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cheru-
Ay, there, look grim as hell!

Des. I hope, my noble lord esteems me ho

nest.

Oth. O, ay; as summer flies are in the sham-
bles,

That quicken even with blowing. C thou weed,
Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet,
That the sense aches at thee.-'Would, thou
had'st ne'er been born!

Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I commit-
ted?

Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly
book,
[ted!
Made to write whore upon? What commit-
Committed!-0 thou public commoner!
I should make very forges of my cheeks,
That would to cinders burn up modesty,
Did I but speak thy deeds.-What committed!
Heaven stops the nose at it, and the moon

winks ;

The bawdy wind, that kisses all it meets,
Is hush'd within the hollow mine of earth,
And will not hear it: What committed!
Impudent strumpet !

Des. By heaven, you do me wrong.
Oth. Are not you a strumpet?
Des. No, as I am a Christian:
If to preserve this vessel for my lord,
From any other foul unlawful touch,
Be-not to be a strumpet, I am none.
Oth. What, not a whore?
Des. No, as I shall be saved.
Oth. Is it possible?

Des. O, heaven forgive us !

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you!

We have done our course; there's money for your pains;

sel.

I pray you, turn the key, and keep our cour[Erit Emil. Alas, what does this gentleman com ceive ?

[lady? How do you, madam? how do you, my good Des. 'Faith, half asleep.

Emil. Good madam, what's the matter with my lord?

Des. With who?

Emil. Why, with my lord, madam.
Des. Who is thy lord?

Emil. He that is yours, sweet lady.

Des. I have none: Do not talk to me, Eri lia:

cannot weep; nor answer I have none,
But what should go by water. Pr'ythee, t
night

Lay on my bed my wedding sheets,—remen-
And call thy husband hither.
[ber:-

Emil. Here is a change, indeed! [Erit
Des. "Tis meet I should be us'd so, very

meet.

How have I been behav'd, that he might stick
The small'st opinion on my great'st abuse?

Re-enter EMILIA with IAGO.

Iago. What is your pleasure, madam? How is it with you?

Des. I cannot tell. Those, that do teach Do it with gentle means, and easy tasks: young babes, am a child to chiding. He might have chid me so; for, in good faith,

Jago. What's the matter, lady?

Emil. Alas, Iago, my lord hath so bewhor'd

her,

Thrown such despite and heavy terms upon

As true hearts cannot bear.

[her,

Des. Am I that name, lago?
Iago. What name, fair lady?
Des. Such as, she says, my lord did say !

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