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Breaks out to savage madness : look, he stirs.
Do you withdraw yourself a little while,
He will recover straight; when he is

gone, I would on great occafion speak with you. (Exit Cas. How is it, General? have you not hurt your head ?

Oth, Dost thou mock me?

Iago. I mock you not, by heav'n; 'Would

you
would bear

your

fortunes like a man. Oth. A horned man's a monfter, and a beast. lago. There's many a beast, then, in a populous

city, And many a civil monster

Oth. Did he confess it ?

Iago. Good Sir, be a man: Think, every bearded fellow, that's but yoak’d, May draw with you. Millions are now alive, That nightly lie in those unproper beds, Which they dear swear peculiar. Your case is better. Oh, 'tis the spight 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. Oh, thou art wise ; 'tis certain.

Iago. Stand you a while apart, Confine yourself but in' a patient lift. While

you were here, o'er-whelmed with your grief, (A pafsion moft unsuiting such a man,) Casio came hither. I shifted him

away, And laid good ’scuses on your ecstasy ; Bad him anon return, and here fpeak with me; The which he promis’d. Do but encave yourself, And mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable scorns, That dwell in every region of his face. 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. I say, but mark his gesture. Marry, patience ; Or Í shall say, you are all in all in spleen,

And

And nothing of a man.

Olh. Dost thou hear, Iago ?
I will be found most cunning in my patience ;
But, doft thou hear, most bloody?

Iago. That's not amiss;
But yet keep time in all. Will

Will you withdraw ?

Othello withdraws. Now will I question Caffio of Bianca, A housewife, that, by selling her desires, Buys herself bread and cloth. It is a creature, That dotes on Casio; as 'tis the strumpet's plague To beguile many, and be beguil'd by one; He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain From the excess of laughter.—Here he coines

S CE N E III.

Enter Caffio. As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad; And his unbookish jealousy must conftrue Poor Casio's smiles, gestures, and light behaviour, Quite in the wrong. How do you now, Lieutenant?

Caf. The worser, that you give me the addition, Whore want even kills me.

lago. Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure on't ; Now, if this suit lay in Bianca's power, [Speaking lower. How quickly should you speed ?

Caf. Alas, poor caitiff !
Oih. Look, how he laughs already. [Aside.
Iago. I never knew a woman love man so.
Caf. Alas poor rogue, I think, indeed, she loves me.
Oih. Now he denies it faintly, and laughs out.

(Aside. lago. Do you hear Caffio?

Oth. Now he importunes him To tell it o'er: go to, well said, well said. [Aside.

lago. She gives it out that you shall marry her. Do you intend it!

Caf.

Caf. Ha. ha, ha!
Oih. Do you triumph, Rogue ? do you triumph?

Afde. Caf. I marry her!-What? a customer ? pr’ythee, bear some charity to my wit, do not think it so unwholesome. Ha, ha, ha!

Oth. So, fo : they laugh, that win. [Aside.
lago. Why, the Cry goes, that you shall marry her.
Caf. Pr'ythee, say true.
Iago. I am a very villain else.
Oth. Have you scor'd me ? well.

[Afde. Caf. 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. Caf. She was here even now: she haunts me in every place. I was the other day talking on the Seabank with certain Venetians, and thither comes the bauble, and falls me thus about my neck

Oth. Crying, Oh dear Casio, as it were: his gesture imports it.

Aside. Caf. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me, so shakes, and pulls me. Ha, ha, ha!

Oth. Now he tells, how she pluckt him to my chamber: oh, I see that nose of yours, but not that all throw it to.

[Afide. Caf. Well I must leave her company. lage. Before me! look, where she comes.

dog I

S CE N E

IV.
Enter Bianca.
Caf.

IS such another fitchew! marry a per

fum'd one: What do you mean by this haunting of me?

Bian. Let the Devil and his Dam haunt you! what did you mean by that same handkerchief, you gave

'! a

me

me even now? I was a fine fool to take it: I must 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 some minx's token, and I must take out the work? there--give it your hobby-horse: wherefoever you had it, I'll take out no work on't.

Caf. How now, my sweet Bianca ? how now? how now ? Oth. By heaven, that should be

my handkerchief.

[Aside. Bian. If you'll come to supper to-night, you may; if you

will not, come when you are next prepar'd for.

Exit. Iago. After her, after her. -Caf. I must, she'll rail in the streets else. Iago. Will you sup there? Caf. Yes, I'intend so.

Iago. Well, I may chance to see you; for I would. very fain speak with you.

Caf. Pr’ythee, come, will you?
Iago. Go to, say no more.
S CE N E

N E V.

Manent Othello, and Iago, Oth. OW shall I murder him, Iago?

Iago, Did you perceive, how he laugh'd

at his vice?
Oth. Oh, lago!
Iago. And did you see the handkerchief ?
Oth. Was that mine?

Iago. Yours, by this hand: and to see how he prizes the foolish woman your wife

She gave it him, and he hath given it his whore.

Oth. I would have him nine years a killing-
A fine woman! a fair woman! a sweet woman

Iago. Nay, you must forget That.
Oth. Ay, let her rot and perish, and be damnd to
T

night;

O

0. night; for she shall not live. No, my heart is turn'd to Itone: I ftrike it, and it hurts my hand-Oh, the world hath not a sweeter creature. She might lie by an Emperor's fide and command him talks.

lago. Nay, tbat's not your way.

Oth. Hang her, I do but say what she is so delicate with her needle. An admirable mufician.

Oh, she will fing the favageness out of a bear: of so high and plenteous wit and invention !

lago. She's the worse for all this.

Oth. Oh, a thousand, a thousand times : And then of so gentle condition!

Iago. Ay, too gentle.

Oth. Nay, that's certain. But yet the pity of it, Iago

—Oh, lago, the pity of it, Iago.

lago. If you are so fond over her iniquity, give her patent to offend; for if it touch not you, it comes near no body.

Oth. I will chop her into messes: cuckold me! :
Iago. Oh, 'tis foul in her.
Oth. With mine officer !
lago. That's fouler,

Oth. Get me some poison, lago, this night; I'll not expostulate with her, left her body and her beauty unprovide my mind again ; this night, lago.

Iago. Do it not with poison, strangle her in bed, Even in the bed she hath contaminated.

Oth. Good, good :
The justice of it pleales ; very good.

Iago. And for Casio, let me be his undertaker : You shall hear more by midnight. (A Trumpet within. Otk. Excellent good : What Trumpet is that

same ? Iago. Something from Venice, fure. 'Tis Lodovico Come from the Duke: and, fee, your wife is with him.

SCENE

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