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The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell'! Othello's occupation's gone!

Iago. 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 proveit, 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.-0 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,
And loses that it works for.

By the world,
I think my wife be honest, and think she is not;
I think that thou art just, and think thou art not;
I'll have some proof: Her name, that was as fresh
As Dian's visage, is now begrim'd and black
As mine own face.-If there be cords, or knives,
Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams,
I'll not endure it.-Would, I were satisfied.

* All tenderness, all pity.

OTHELLO'S STORY OF THE HANDKERCHIEF. Oth. That handkerchief Did an Egyptian to my mother give; She was a charmer,* and could almost read The thoughts of people: she told her, while she

kept it, Twould make her amiable, and subdue my father Entirely to her love; but if she lost it, Or made a gift of it, my


eye Should hold her loathly, ard his spirits should hunt After new fancies: She, dying, gave it me; And bid me, when my fate would have me wive, To give it her. I did so: and take heed of't, Make it a darling like your precious eye; To lose or give 't away, were such perdition, As nothing else could match. Des.

Is it possible? Oth. 'Tis true: there's magic in the web of it: A sibyl that had number'd in the world The sun to make two hundred compasses, In her prophetic fury sew'd the work. The worms were haltow'd, that did breed the silk, And it was died in mummy, which the skilful Conserv'd of maidens' hearts.

A LOVER'S COMPUTATION OF TIME. What I 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!



What hath he said? Iago. 'Faith, that he did, I know not what he did Oth. What? what? Iago. LieOth. With her? Iago. With her, on her; what you will. Oih. Lie with her! lie on herk-We say lie on

* Enchantress.

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her, when they belie her: Lie with her! that's fulsome.—Handkerchief,-confessions, handkerchief. To confess, and be hanged for his labour.*-First to be hanged, and then to confess:-1 tremble at it. Na. ture would not invest herself in such shadowing, passion, without some instruction. It is not words, that shake me thus:-Pish!--Noses, ears, and lips; -Is it possible? -Confess !-Handkerchief!O devil!

[Falls in a trance. HIS FONDNESS. A fine woman! a fair woman! a sweet woman! Iago. Nay, you must forget that.

Oih. Ay, let her rot, and perish, and be damned to-night; for she shall not live: No, my heart is turned to stone: I strike it, and it hurts my hand. 0, the world hath not a sweeter creature: she might lie by an emperor's side, and command him tasks.

Iago. Nay, that's not your way.

Olh. Hang her; I do but say what she is: So delicate with her needle!-An admirable musician! 0, she will sing the savageness out of a bear!-Of so high and plenteous wit and invention !

Tago. She's the worse for all this.

Oih. O, a thousand, a thousand times:-And then, of so gentle a condition !!

Iago. Ay, too gentle.

Oih. Nay, that's certain : But yet the pity of it, Iago!-0, lago, the pity of it, Iago.

Oth. Mistress,

My lord?

What would you with her, sir? Lod. Who, I, my

lord? Oth. Ay; you did wish, that I would make her

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.-

* A proverbial saying.
t Of so sweet disposition.


Concerning this, sir,-0, well-painted passion;
I am commanded home:-Get you away;
I'll send for you anon.-Sir, I obey the mandate,
And will return to Venice;-Hence, avaunt!

[Exit DUSDEMONA, Cassio shall have my place. And,-sir, to-night, I do entreat that we may sup together You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus.-Goats, and monkies!

[Exit. HIS PATHETIC UPBRAIDING OF DESDEMONA. Des. Upon my knees, what doth your speech im

I understand a fury in your words,
But not the words.

Oth. Why, what art thou?

Your wife, my ord; your truc
And loyal wife.

Come, swear it, data thyself; Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves Should fear to seize thee: the: tesore be double

damn'd, Swear--thou art honest. Des.

Heaven "uth truly know it. Oth. Heaven truly knows, the thou art false as

hell. Des. To whom, my lord? with whom? How am

I false?
Oth. O Desdemona! away! away! away!

Des. Alas, the heavy day!- Why do you weep'
Am I the occasion of these tea 5, my lord?
If, haply, you my father do su' pect,
An instrument of this your ca' ing back,
Lay not your blame on me; if you have lost him,
Why, I have lost him too.

H dit pleas'd heaven To try me with affliction: had he rain'd All kinds of sores, and shames on my bare 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 (ala: , to make me

A fixed figure, for the time of scorn
To point his slow unmoving finger at,-
0! 01
Yet could I bear that too; well, very well:
But there, where I have garner'd* up my heart;
Where either I must live, 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 and gender in !-turn thy complexion there
Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubim;
Ay, there, look grim as hell!
Des. I hope my noble lord esteems me honest.

Oth. O, ay; as summer flies are in the shambles,
That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed,
Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet,
That the sense aches at thee.-'Would thou hadst

ne'er been born! Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed?

Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Made to write whore upon? What committed ! 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 Olh. 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?

No, as I shall be save
Oth. Is it possible?
Des. O, heaven forgive us!

* Treasured up

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