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What I can do, I will; and more I will,
Than for myself I dare: let that suffice you.

Iago. Is my lord angry?
Emil.

He went hence but now, And, certainly, in strange unquietness.

Iago, Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon, 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 angry? Something of moment, then: I will go meet him; There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry. Des. I prythee, do so.--Something, sure, of state,

[Exit Iago. Either from Venice; or some unhatch'd practice, Made démonstrable here in Cyprus to him,Hath puddled his clear spirit: and, in such cases, Men's natures wrangle with inferior things, Though great ones are their object. 'Tis even so; For let our finger ache, and it indues Our other healthful members ey'n to that sense Of pain: Nay, we must think, men are not gods; Nor of them look for such observances As fit the bridal. 8- Beshrew me much, Enrilia, I was (unhandsome warrior as I am,) Arraigning his unkindness with my soul; 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; And no conception, nor no jealous toy, Concerning you.

7 Treason. 8 The nuptial feast.

Des. Alas, the day! I never gave him cause.

Emil. But jealous souls will not be answer'd so; They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they are jealous : 'tis a monster, Begot upon itself, born on itself. Des. Heaven keep that monster from Othello's

mind! Emil. Lady, amen. Des. I will go seek him.-Cassio walk here

about: If I do find him fit, l’li

move your suit, And seek to effect it to my uttermost. Cas. I humbly thank your ladyship.

[Ereunt DesdeMONA and Emilia.

Enter BIANCA.

Bian. Save you, friend Cassio!
Cas.

What make you from home?
How is it with you, my most fair Bianca?
I'faith, sweet love, I was coming to your house.

Bian. And I was going to your lodging, Cassio. What! keep a week away? seven days and nights ? Eight score eight hours ? and lovers' absent hours, More tedious than the dial eight score times ? O weary reckoning! Cas.

Pardon me, Bianca ; I have this while with leaden thoughts been press'd; But I shall, in a more continuate time, 9 Strike off this score of absence. Sweet Bianca,

[Giving her DESDEMONA's Handkerchief.

9 Time less interrupted.

Take me this work out.'
Bian.

0, Cassio, whence came this?
This is some token from a newer friend.
To the felt absence now I feel a cause:
Is it come to this? Well, well.
Cas.

Woman, go to! Throw

your vile guesses in the devil's teeth, From whence you have them. You are jealous now, That this is from some mistress, some remembrance: No, in good troth, Bianca. Bian.

Why, whose is it? Cas. I know not, sweet: I found it in my

chamber. I like the work well ; ere it be demanded, (As like enough, it will,) I'd have it copied : Take it, and do't; and leave me for this time.

Bian. Leave you! wherefore?

Cas. I do attend here on the general;
And think it no addition, nor my wish,
To have him see me woman'd.
Bian.

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

But that you do not love me, I 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, For I attend here: but I'll see you soon. Bian. 'Tis very good; I must be circumstanc'd.

[Exeunt,

! The meaning is not pick out the work, but copy this work in

another handkerchief.

ACT IV.

SCENE I. The same.

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

Think so, Iago?
Iago.

What, To kiss in private? Oth.

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

Oih. 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, 'tis a venial slip:
But if I give my wife a handkerchief,-

Oth. What then?
Iago. Why then 'tis 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?

lago. 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,-0, it comes o'er my memory, As doth the raven o'er the infected house,

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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 3 them, cannot choose
But they must blab
Oth.

Hath he said any thing?
Iugo. He hath, my lord; but be you well assur'd,
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 fulsome.—Handkerchief,—confessions,—handkerchief. -To confess, and be hanged for his labour.4- First to be hanged, and then to confess :- I tremble at it. Nature would not invest herself in such shadowing passion, without some instruction. It is not words, that shake me thus :-Pish !-Noses, cars,

2 The raven was thought to be a constant attendant on a

house infected with the plague.
3 Old spelling of suppled, i. e. softened.

4 A proverbial saying.

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