As doth the raven o'er th' infected house, Oth. That's not fo good now. Jago. What if I faid, I had feen him do you wrong? Or heard him fay? as knaves be fuch abroad, Who having by their own importunate fuit Or voluntary, dotage of fome mistress Convinc'd or 'fuppled them, 'then` cannot chuse Oth. Hath he faid any thing? lago. He hath, my Lord; but be you well affur'd, No more than he'll unfwear. Oth. What hath he faid? Jago. Why, that he did I know not what he did- Iago. Lye Oth. With her? Iago. With her! on her what you will 2 Oth. Lye with her! lye on her! lye with her! that's fulfom: handkerchief- Confeffions HandkerchiefI tremble at it-Nature would not inveft her felf in fuch fhadowing without fome induction. It is not words that shake me thus pifh Nofes, ears, and lips-is't poffible! confefs! - handkerchief! [Falls in a Trance. Oh devil! lago. Work on! My medicine works. Thus credulous fools are caught; All guiltless meet reproach. What hoa! my Lord! S C E N E II. Iago. My Lord is fall'n into an epilepfie. The lethargy muft have his quiet courfe; [Exit Caffio. How is it, General? have you not hurt your head?.. Oth. Doft thou mock me? Iago. I mock you not, by heav'n; Would you would bear your fortune like a man! Oth. A horned man's a monfter and a beast. Oth. Did he confefs it? Iago. Good Sir, be a man: Think every bearded fellow that's but yoak'd Oth. Oh, thou art wife : 'Tis certain. Iago. Stand you now a while` apart, Whilst you were here o'er-whelmed with your grief, 8 you a while 1 The The which he promis'd. Do but encave your felf, For I will make him tell the tale anew; Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when I fay, but mark his gesture. Marry, patience; Otb. Dolt thou hear, Tago? I will be found most cunning in my patience; Iago. That's not amifs; But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw? Now will I queftion Caffio of Bianca, A hufwife, that by felling her defires, [Othello withdraw Buys her felf bread and cloth. It is a creature As he shall smile, Othello fhall go mad; Iago. Ply Desdemona well, and you are fure on't: Now, if this fuit lay in Bianca's power, [Speaking lower. How quickly fhould you speed! Caf. Alas, poor caitiff! Oth. Look how he laughs already. Lago. I never knew a woman love a man fo. Caf. Caf. Alas, poor rogue, I think indeed the loves me. Oth. Now he importunes him To tell it o'er: go to, well faid, well faid. Caf. Ha, ha, ha. Oth. Do you triumph, Roman? do you triumph? Caf. I marry!- What? a cuftomer? pr'ythee bear fome charity to my wit, do not think it fo unwholfome. Ha, ha, ha. Oth. So, fo: they laugh that win. Iago. Why, the cry goes, that you shall marry her. Jago. I am *'a villain` elfe. Oth. Have you fcor'd me? well. Caf. This is the monkey's own giving out: fhe is perfwaded 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. Caf. She was here even now; fhe haunts me in every place. I was the other day talking on the fea-bank with certain Venetians, and thither comes the bauble, and falls me thus about my neck Oth. Crying, oh dear Caffio, as it were: his gesture imports it. Caf. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me, so shakes, and pulls me. Ha, ha, ha Oib. Now he tells how the pluckt him to my chamber: oh, I fee that nofe of yours, but not that dog I fhall throw it to. Caf. Well, I must leave her company. 4 a very villain SCENE S CEN E Enter Bianca. IV. Caf. 'Tis fuch another fitchew! marry, a perfum❜d one:What do you mean by this haunting of me? Bian. Let the devil and his dam haunt you! what did yo mean by that fame handkerchief you gave me even now I was a fine fool to take it: I muft take out the work: a likely piece of work, that you should find it in your chamber, and know not who left it there. This is fome minx's token, and I must take out the work: there giv it your hobbey-horse: wherefoever you had it, I'll take out no work on't. Caf. How now, my fweet Bianca? how now? how now? Oth. By heav'n, that should be my handkerchief. Bian. If you'll come to fupper to-night, you may; f you will not, come when you are next prepar'd for. (Exit. Iago. After her, after her. Caf. I muft, fhe'll rail in the streets elfe. Iago. Will you fup there? Caf. Yes, I intend fo. Iago. Well, I may chance to fee you; for I would very fain speak with you. Caf. Pr'ythee come, will you? Iago. Go to, fay no more. Manent Othello and Iago. Oth. How fhall I murther him, Iago? [Exit Caffio. V. Iago. Did you perceive how he laugh'd at his vice? Iago. And did you fee the handkerchief? Oth. Was that mine? lago. Yours, by this hand: and to fee how he prizes the foolish woman your wife-She gave it him, and he hath given it his whore. Otb. |