Are you a man? have you a soul, or sense ?-- Oth. I'll tear her all to pieces. God be wi' you; take mine office.-0 wretched Iago. Nay, but be wise; yet we see nothing fool,

done ; That liv'st to make thine honesty a vice !- She may be honest yet. Tell me but this,O monstrous world! take note, take note, 0 | Have you not sometimes seen a bandkerchief, world,

Spotted with strawberries, in your wife's band ? To be direct and honest, is not safe.

Oth. I gave her such a one; 'twas my first glitt I thank you for this profit; and, from hence, Iago. I know not that: but such a handker. I'll love no friend, since love breeds such offence.

chief, Oth. Nay, stay :- thou should'st be honest. (I am sure, it was your wife's), did I to-day

Yago. I should be wise; for honesty's a fool, See Cassio wipe his beard with. And loses that it works for.

Oth. If it be that,Oth. By the world,

Iago. If it be that, or any that was hers, I think my wife be honest, and think she is not; It speaks against her, with the other proofs. I think that thou art just, and think thou art not; Oth. O, that the slave had forty thousand lives; l'll have some proof: ber name, that was as fresh One is too poor, too weak, for my revenge! As Dian's visage, is now begrim'd and black Now do I see 'tis true.-Look here, Iago; As mine own face.--If there be cords, or knives, All my food love thus do I blow to heaven: Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams,

'Tis gone, I'll not endure it.— Would, I were satisfied ! Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell!

Iago. I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion : Yield up, O love, thy crown, and hearted throne, I do repent me, that I put it to you.

To tyrannous hate! swell, bosom, with thy fraught, You would be satisfied ?

For 'tis of aspics' tongues! Oth. Would? nay, I will.

[lord Iago. Pray, be content. Iago. And may; but, how? how satisfied, my Oih. O, blood, Iago, blood! Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on? Iago. Patience, I say; your mind, perhaps, Behold her tupp'd ?

may change. Oth, Death and damnation! O!

Oth. Never Iago. Like to the Pontic sea, Iago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think, Whose icy current and compulsive course To bring them to that prospect : Damn them Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on then,

To the Propontic, and the Hellespont; If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster,

Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, More than their own! what then? how then ? Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, What sball I say? where's satisfaction?

Till that a capable and wide revenge [heaven, It is impossible, you should see this,

Swallow them up.-Now, by yond' marble Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys, In the due reverence of a sacred vow [kneels. As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross I here engage my words. As ignorance made drunk. But yet, I say, Iago. Do not rise yet.

[kneels. If imputation and strong circumstances,

Witness, you ever-burning lights above!
Which lead directly to the door of truth, You elements that clip us round about!
Will give you satisfaction, you may have it. Witness, that here lago doth give up

Oth. Givo me a living reason she’s disloyal. The execution of his wit, hands, heart,
Iago. I do not like the office :

To wrong'd Othello's service ! let him command,
But, sith I am enter'd in this cause so far,-- And to obey shall be in me remorse,
Prick'd to it by foolish honesty and love, Wbat bloody work soever.
I will go on. I lay with Cassio lately;

Oth. I greet thy love,

(teous. And being troubled with a raging tooth,

Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance boun. I could not sleep.

And will upon the instant put thee to't: There are a kind of men so loose of soul,

Within these three days let me bear thee say, That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs; That Cassio's not alive. One of this kind is Cassio :

Iago. My friend is dead; 'tis done, at your In sleep I heard him say,- Sweet Desdemona, But let her live,

[request: Let us be wary, let us hide our loves /

Oth. Damn her, lewd minx! O, damn her And then, sir, would he gripe, and wring my Come, go with me apart; I will withdraw, hand,

To furnish me with some swift means of death Cry, - sweet creaturel and then kiss me hard, For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots,

Iago. I am your own for ever. [ereunt. That grew upon my lips :. then laid his leg Over my thigh, and sigh'd, and kiss'd; and then, Enter Desdemona, Emilia, and Clown. Cry'd,- Cursed fatel that gave thee to the Moor) Des. Do you know, sirrah, where lieutenant Olh. O monstrous! monstrous !

Cassio lies? Iago. Nay, this was but his dream.

Clo. I dare not say, he lies any where Oth. But this denoted a foregone conclusion; Des. Why, man! Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream. Clo. He is a soldier; and for me to say a bol

lago. And this may help to thicken other dier lies is stabbing. That do demonstrate thinly.

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Cio. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you | The thoughts of people; she told her, while she where I lie.

kept it, Des. Can any thing be made of this?

'Twould make her amiable, and subdue boy father Clo. I know not where he lodges; and for me Entirely to her love; but if she lost it, to devise a lodging, and say he lies here, or he Or made a gift of it, my father's eye lies there, were to lie in my own throat.

Should hold her loathly, and his spirit should hung Des. Can you inquire him out, and be edified After new fancies: she, dying, gave it me; by report?

And bid me, when my fate would have me wive, Clo. I will catechise the world for him; that is, To give it her. I did so: and take heed of't, make questions, and by them answer.

Make it a darling like your precious eye;
Des. Seek him, bid him come hither; tell him, To lose or give't away, were such perdition,
I have moved my lord in his behalf, and hope, As nothing else could match.
all will be well.

Des. Is it possible? Clo. To do this, is within the compass of man's Oth. 'Tis true; there's magic in the web of it; wit; and therefore I will attempt the doing it. A sibyl, that bad number'd in the world

(erit. The sun to make two hundred compasses, Des. Where should I lose that handkerchief, In her prophetic fury sew'd the work: Emilia?

The worms were hallow'd, that did breed the silk; Emil. I know not, madam.

(purse And it was died in mummy, which the skilful Des. Believe me, I had rather have lost my Conserv'd of maidens' hearts. Full of crusadoes. And, but my noble Moor Des. Indeed ! is't true? Is true of mind, and made of no such baseness Oth. Most veritable; therefore look to't well. As jealous creatures are, it were enough

Des. Then 'would to heaven, that I had never To put him to ill-thinking:

Oth. Ha! wherefore ?

(seen it. Émil. Is he not jealous?

Des. Why do you speak so startingly and rash? Des. Who, he? I think, the sun, where he was Oth. Is't lost? is't gone? speak, is it out of the Drew all such humours from him.

[bого, ,
Des. Heaven bless us !

(way? Emil. Look, where he comes.

Oth. Say you?
Des. I will not leave him now, till Cassio Des. It is not lost; but what an if it were !
Be call'd to him.-How is't with you, my lord?

Oth. Ha!
Enter Othello.

Des. I say, it is not lost, Oth. Well, my good lady:-[aside.] O, hard- Oth. Fetch't, let me see it. ness to dissemble !.

Des. Why, so I can, sir: but I will not now; How do you, Desdemona ?

This is a trick, to put me from my suit; Des. Well, my good lord.

I pray, let Cassio be receiv'd again. Oth. Give me your hand: this hand is moist, Oth. Fetch me that handkerchief: my mina my lady. (sorrow. Des. Come, come ;

[misgives. Des. It yet has felt no age, nor known no You'll never meet a more sufficient man. Oth. This argues fruitfulness, and liberal Oth. The handkerchief!beart;

Des. I pray, talk to me of Cassio.
Hot, hot, and moist: this hand of yours requires Oth. The bandkerchief!
A sequestor from liberty, fasting and prayer, Des. A man that, all his time,
Much castigation, exercise devout;

Hath founded his good fortune on your love
For here's a young and sweating devil here, Sbar'd dangers with you;
That commonly rebels. 'Tis a good hand,

Oth. The handkerchiet!
A frapk one.

Des. In sooth, Des. You may, indeed, say so;

You are to blame. For 'twas that hand, that gave away my heart. Oth. Away!

(erit Othello. Oth. A liberal hand. the hearts, of old, gave Emil. Is not this man jealous?

Des. I ne'er saw this before.
But our new heraldry is hands, not hearts. Sure, there's some wonder in this handkerchief:

Des. I cannot speak of this. Come now, your I am most unhappy in the loss of it.
Oth. What promisk. uhuck? (promise. Emil. 'Tis not a year or two shows us a man,
Des. I have sont to bid Cassio come speak They are all but stomachs, and we all but food;

(me; They eat us hungerly, and when they are full, Oth. I have a salt and sullen rheum offeuds They belch us. Look you! Cassio, and my Lend me thy handkerchief,

husband. Des. Here, my lord.

Enter Iago and Cassio. Oth. That which I gave you.

Jago. There is no other way; 'tis she must do't; Des. I have it not about me.

And, lo, the happiness! go, and importune her. Oth. Not?

Des. How now, good Cassio? what's the non Des. No indeed, my lord.

with you? Oth. That is a fault:

Cas. Madam, my former suit: I do beseech you, That bandkerchief

That by your virtuous means, I may again
Did an Egyptian to my mother give;

Exist, and be a member of his love,
Slie 'was a charmer, and could almost read Whom I, with all the duty of my heart,


with you.

Entirely honour; I would not be delay'd:11 s'il Des. Heaven keep that monster from Othello's If my offence be of such mortal kind,

Emil. Lady, amen.

(mind! That neither service past, nor present sorrows, Des. I will go seek him.--Cassio, walk hereNor purpos'd merit in futurity, !

about: Can rausom me into his love again,

If I do find him fit, I'll move your suit, But to know so must be my benefit;

And seek to effect it to my uttermost. So shell I clothe me in a forc'd cortent,

Cas. I humbly thank your ladyship. And shut myself up in some other course, ii bo

(exeunt Desdemona and Emilia. To fortune's alms.

Ènter Bianca. Des. Alas! thrice-gentle Cassio,

Bian. Save you, friend Cassio ! My advocation is not now in tune;

Ca's. What make you from home? My lord is not my lord; nor should I know bim, How is it with you, my most fạir Bianca ! Were he in favour, as in humour, alter'd.... l'faith, sweet love, I was coming to your house. So help me, every. spirit-sanctified,

Bian. And I was going to your lodging, Cassio. As I bave spoken for you all my best;

What! keep a week away? seven days and nights? And stood within the blank of his displeasure, Eight score eight hours? and lovers’ absent hours, For my free speech! You must awhile be patient: More tedious than the dial eight score times ? What I can do, I will; and more I will,

O weary reckoning! Than for myself I dare: let that suffice you.

Cas. Pardon me, Bianca; Iago. Is my lord angry?

I have this 'while with leaden thoughts been Emil. He went bence but now,

But I shall, in a more continuate time, (pressed; And, certainly, in strange unquietness.

Strike off this score of absence. Sweet Bianca, Iago. Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon,

[giving her Desdemona's handkerchief. When it bath.blown his ranks into the air; Take me this work out. And, like the devil, from bis very arm!

Bian. O, Cassio, whence came this?
Puff'd his own brother;-and can he be angry? This is some token from a newer friend.
Something of moment, then: I will go meet him. To the felt absence now I feel a cause :
There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry. Is it come to this? Well, well.
Des. I pr’ythee, do so. Something, sure, of Cas. Woman, go to !

(exit Iago. Throw your vile guesses in the devil's teeth, Either from Venice, or some unhatch'd practice, From whence you have them. You are jealous Made demonstrable here in Cyprus to him,


[brance : Hath puddled his clear spirit; and in such cases That this is from some mistress, some rememMen's natures wrangle with inferior things, No, in good troth, Bianca. Though great ones are their object 'Tis even so; Bian. Why, whose is it?

[chamber. For let our finger ache, and it indues

, Cas. I know not, sweet : I found it in my Our other healthful members ev'n to that sense I like the work well ; ere it be demanded, Of pain: nay, we must think, men are not gods; (As like enough, it will,) I'd have it copied : Nor of them look for such observances

Take it and do't : and leave me for this time.
As fit the bridal. Beshrew me much, Emilia, Bian. Leave you ! wherefore ?
I was (unhandsome warrior as I am)

Cas. I do attend here on the general;
Arraigning bis unkindness with my soul; And think it no addition, nor my wish,
But now I find, I had saborn'd the witness, To have him see me woman'd.
And ho's indited falsely.


Bian. Why, I pray you? Emil. Pray heaven, it be state matters, as you Cas. Not that I love you pot. And no conception, nor no jealous toy,

Bian. But that you do not love me Concerning you.

I pray you, bring me on the way a little ; Des. Alas, the day! I never gave him cause. And say, if I shall see you soon at night.

Emil. But jealous souls will not be answer'd so; Cas. 'Tis but a little way, that I can bring you, They are not ever jealous for the cause,

For I attend here: but I'll see you soon. But jealous for they are jealous : 'tis a monster, Bian. 'Tis very good; I must be circumstanc'à. Begot upon itself, born on itself. 0213120.43 LEI

11425 (exeunt. ACT IV.

The devil, their virtue tempts, and they tempt ! Enler Othello and Iago.

heaven. Iago. Will you think so?

Iago. So they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip; Oth. Think so, Iago ?

But if I gave my wife a handkerchief,-
Iago. What,

Oth. What then?

[hers, To kiss in private?

Iago. Why then, 'tis hers, my lord ; and, being Oth. An unauthoriz'd kiss.

She may, I think, bestow't on any man. Iago. Or to be naked with her friend abed, Oth. She is protectress of her honour too : An hour, or more, not meaning any harm? May she give that ?

Olh. Naked abed, Iago, and not mean harm? Iago. Her honour is an essence that's not seen It is hypocrisy against the devil:

They have it very oft, that have it not : Tiry that mean virtuously, and yet do so, But, for the handkerchief, —



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Oth. By heaven, I would most gladly have Which--they dare swear peculiar; your case is to forgot it:

better. Thou said'st0, it comes o'er my memory, O, 'tis the spite of hell, the fiend's arch-mock, As doth the raven o'er the infected house,

To lip a wanton in a secure couch, Boding to all,-he had my handkerchief. And to suppose her chaste! No, let me know; Iago. Ay, what of that? I ; Sutott .

And, knowing what I am, I know what she Oth. That's not so good, now.

shall be. Iago. What if I had said, I had seen him do Oth. 0, thou art wise; 'tis certain. you wrong?

Iago. Stand you awhile apart; Or, beard him sayı-As knaves be such abroad, Confine yourself but in a patient list. Who having, by their own importunate suit, } Whilst you are here, ere while mad with your Or voluntary dotage of some mistress,

grief, Convinc'd or supplied them, cannot choose (A passion most unsuiting such a man), But they must blab

Cassio came hither: I shifted hiin away, Oth. Hath he said any thing?

And laid good ’scuse upon your ecstasy ; Iago. He hath, my lord; but, be you well Bade him anon return, and here speak with me; assur'd, .' Wand

The which he promis’d. Do but encave yourself, No more than he'll unswear.

And mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable scorns, Oth. What hath he said ?

That dwell in every region of his face : Iago.'Faith, that he did, I know not vhat

For I will make him tell the tale anew,Oth. What? what?

[he did. Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when Iago. Lie

He bath, and is again to
I say, but mark his gestur Marry, patience;

your wife;
Oth. With her?
Iago. With her, on her ; what you will. Or I shall say, you are all in all in spleen,

Oih. Lie with her! lie on her ! We say, lie on And nothing of a man. her, wben they belie her!. lies with her ! thắt's Oth. Dost thou hear, Iago ? fulsome, Handkerchief,= confessions, hand- I will be found most cunning in my patience ; kerchief. To confess, and be hang'd for his But (dost thou hear ?) most bloody. lavour.First, to bę hang'd, and then to confess : Iago. That's not amiss ; --I tremble at it. Nature would not invest But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw ? herself in such shadowing passioni, witħout some Now will I question Cassio of Bianca. instruction. It is not words, that shake me

[Oth. retires. thus :-Pişh! Noses, ears, and lips : Is it A housewife, that, by selling her desires, possible? Confess! Handkerchief! O devil! Buys herself bread and clothes : oma hing {swoons. That dotes on Cassio, -as

'tis e a creature,

strumpet's Iago. Work on,

plague, My medicine, work! Thus., credulous fools are To beguile many, and be beguil'd by one ;caught;

He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain
And many worthy and chaste dames, even thus, From the excess of laughter. Here he comes :
All guiltless meet reproach. What, ho! my lord!

Re-enter Cassio.
Enter Cassio.

As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad;
My lord, I say! Othello!-How now, Cassio ? And his unbookish jealousy must construe
Cas. What is the matter ?

Poor Cassio's smiles, gestures, and light behaviour, Iago. My lord is fallen into an epilepsý; Quite, in the wrong.-How do you now, lieuThis is his second fit; he had one yesterday.

tenant? Cas. Rub bim about the temples.

Cas. The worser, that you gave me the addition, Iago. No, forbear:

Whose want even kills me.

[of't. The lethargy must have bis quiet course :

Iago. Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure If not, he foams at mouth; and, by and by, Now, if this suit lay in Bianca's power, Breaks out to savage madness. Look, he stirs :

[speaking lower. Do o you

withdraw yourself a little while, How quickly should you speed ? 941 İST He will recover straight; when he is gone, Cas. Alas, poor castiff ! 16+ YA I would on great occasion speak with you.- Oth. Look, how he laughs already! [aside.

(ozit Cassio.

Iago. I never knew a woman love man so. How is it, general ? have you not hurt your head. Cas. Alas, poor rogue ! I think, i'faith, sho Oth, Dost thou mock me?

loves me. Iago. I mock you ! no, by heaven!

Oth. Now he denies it faintly, and laughs it 'Would you would bear your fortunes like a man.


saside. Oth. A horned man's a monster, and a beast. Iago. Do you hear, Cassio ?

Iago. There's many a beast then in a 'populous Oth. Now he importunes him And many a civil monster.

Pre [city, To tell it o'er : go to; well said, well said. [aside. Oth, Did he confess it?

Iago. She gives it out, that you shall marry lago. Good sir, be a man ;

Do you intend it ?

[her : Think, every bearded fellow, that's but yok'd, Cas. Ha, ha, ha! May draw with you : there's millions now alive, Oth. Do you triumph, Roman! do you tiThat nightly lie in those unproper beds,

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ry her.

Cas. I marry her!-what? a customer! I Oth. I would have him nine years a killing: pr'ythee, bear some charity to my wit: do not A fine woman! a fair woman! a sweet woman! think it so unwholesome. Ha, ha, ha!

Iago. Nay, you must forget that. Oth. So, so, 80, 80: they laugh that win. Oth. Ay, let her rot, and perish, and be damn

[aside. ed to-night; for she shall not live: no, my heart Iago. 'Faith, the cry goes, that you shall mar- is turned to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my

hand. O, the world hath not a sweeter creature: Cas. Pry'thee, say true.

she might lie by an emperor's side, and command Iago. I am a very villain else.

bim tasks. Oih. Have you scor'd me? Well. [aside. Iago. Nay, that's not your way.

Cas. This is the monkey's own giving out: Oih. Hang her! I do but say what she is :she is persuaded I will marry her, out of her own So delicate with her needle ! -An admirable love and flattery, not out of my promise.

musician! O, she will sing the savageness out of Oth. Iago beckons me; now he begins the a bear !-Of so high and plenteous wit and story.

[aside. invention! Cas. She was here even now; she haunts me Iago. She's the worse for all this. in every place. I was, the other day, talking on Oth. O, a thousand, a thousand times ;- -and the sea-bank with certain Venetians; and thither then, of so gentle a condition !comes this bauble ; by this hand, she falls thus Iago. Ay, too gentle. about my neck ;

Oth. Nay, that's certain : but yet the pity of it, Oth. Crying, O. dear Cassio ! as it were: bis Iago !-0, Jago, the pity of it, Iago! gesture imports it.

[aside. Iago. If you are so fond over her iniquity, Cas. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me; give her patent to offend ; for, if it touch not 80 hales, and pulls me: ha, ha, ha!

you, it comes near nobody. Oth. Now he tells, how she plucked him to Oth. I will chop her into messes : Cuckold me! my chamber : O, I see that nose of yours, but Iago. 0, 'tis foul in her! not that dog I shall throw it to.

[aside. Oth. With mine officer ! Cas. Well, I must leave her company.

Iago. That's fouler. Iago. Before me! look, where she comes. Oth. Get me some poison, Iago; this night : Enter Bianca.

-I'll not expostulate with her, lest her body and Cas. 'Tis such another fitchew! marry, a per- beauty unprovide my mind again :--this night, fumed one.

What do you mean by this haunt- Iago. ing of me?

Iago. Do it not with poison ; strangle her in Bian. Let the devil and his dam haunt you! her bed, even the bed she bath contaminated. What did you mean by that same handkerchief, Oth. Good, good ; the justice of it pleases ; you gave me even now? I was a fine fool to take

very good. it. I must take out the wbole work ?-A likely Iago. And, for Cassio,— let me be his under. piece of work, that you should find it in your

taker : chamber, and not know who left it there! This You shall hear more by midnight. is some minx's token, and I must take out the

[a trumpet within. work? There,—give it your hobby-horse : where- Oth. Excellent good.—What trumpet is that soever you had it, I'll take out no work on't.

same? Cas. How now, my sweet Bianca ? how now? Iago. Something from Venice, sure. 'Tis how now?

Lodovico, Oth. By heaven, that should be my handker- Come from the duke: and, see, your wife is with chief!

(aside. him. Bian. An you'll come to supper to-night, you Enter Lodovico, Desdemona, and Attendants. may: an you will not, come when you are next Lod. 'Save you, worthy general ! prepared for.

[esit. Oth. With all my heart, sir. Iago. After her, after her.

Lod. The duke and senators of Venice greet Cas. 'Faith I must, she'll rail in the street else.


(gives him a packet. Iago. Will you sup there?

Oth. I kiss the instrument of their pleasures. Cas. 'Faith, I intend 80.

[opens the packet, and reads. Iago. Well, I may chance to see you; for I Des. And wbat's the news, good cousin Lodowould very fain speak with you.

vico? Cas. Pr'ythee, come; will you ?

Iago. I am very glad to see you, signior;
Iago. Go to; say no more. (erit Cassio. Welcome to Cyprus.
Oih. How shall I murder him, lago ?

Lod. I thank you : how does lieutenant Cassio? Iago. Did you perceive how he laughed at his Iago. Lives, sir. rice?

Des. Cousin, there's fallen between him and Oth. O, Iago! Iago. And did you see the handkerchief? An unkind breach : but you shall make all well. Oth. Was that mine?

Oth. Are you sure of that? Tago. Yours, by this hand : and to see how he Des. My lord? prizes the foolish woman, your wife ! she gave it Oth. This fail you not to do as you wil. Wow, and he hath given it bis whore !


my lord

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