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Note, if your lady strain his entertainment Emü. What will you do with it, that you have With any strong or vehement importunity;

been so earnest Much will be seen in that. In the mean time, To have me tilch it? Let me be thought too busy in my fears Iago.

Why, what's that to you ? (As worthy cause I have fear I am)

[Snatching it. And hold her free, I do beseech your honour, Emil. If it be not for some purpose of import, Oth. Fear not my government.

Give it me again: Poor lady, she'll run mad, lago. I once more take my leave. (Exit. When she shall lack it.

Oth. This fellow's of exceeding honesty, Iago. Be not you known of"t; I have use for it. And knows all qualities, with a learned spirit, Go, leave me.

(Exit Emilia. Of human dealings; If I do prove her haggard, I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin, Though that her jesses were iny dear heart. And let him find it? Trifles, light as air, strings,

Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind, As proofs of holy writ. This may do sonething. To prey at fortune. Haply, for I am black; The Moor already changes with my poison: And have not those soft parts of conversation Dangerous conceits are,in their natures,poisons, That chamberers have:-Or, for I am declin'd Which, at the first, are scarce found to distaste, Into the vale of years ;-yet that's not much;- But, with a little act upon the blood, She's gone; I am abus'd; and my relief Burn like the mines of sulphur.--I did say so: Must be to loathe her. O curse of marriage,

Enter OTHELLO, That we can call these delicate creatures ours, Look, where he comes! Not poppy, nor manAnd not their appetites! I had rather be a toad, dragora, And live upon the vapour of a dungeon, Nor all the drowsy sirups of the world, Than keep a corner in the thing I love, fones; Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep For others' uses. Yet, 'tis the plague of great which thou ow'dst yesterday. Prerogativ'd are they less than the base; Oih.

Ha! ha! false to me? 'Tis destiny unshunnable, like death;

To me?

(that. Even then this forked plague is fated to us, lago. Why, how now, general ? no more of When we do quicken. Desdemona comes : Oth. Avaunt! be gone! thou hast set me on Enter DESDEMONA and EMILIA.

the rack :-
If she be false, 0, then heaven mocks itself !- I swear, 'tis better to be much abusid,
I'll not believe it.

Than but to know a little.
How now, my dear Othello? Iago.

How now, my lord ? Your dinner, and the generous islanders Oih. What sense had I of her stolen hours of By you invited, do attend your presence.

lust? Olh. I am to blame.

(not well? I saw it not, thought it not, it harm'd not me: Des. Why is your speech so faint? are you I slept the next night well, was free and merry; Oth. I have a pain upon my forehead here, I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips : Des. 'Faith, that's with watching; 'twill away He that is robb’d, not wanting what is stolen, again:

Let him not know it, and he's not robb'd at all. Let me but bind it hard, within this hour lago. I am sorry to hear this. It will be well.

Och. I had been happy, if the general camp, Oth.

Your napkin is too little; Pioneers and all, had tasted her sweet body, (He puts the Handkerchief from him, and it drops. So I had nothing known: O now, for ever, Let it alone. Come, I'll go in with you. Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content! Des. I am very sorry that you are not well. Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars,

(Eseunt Othello and DESDEMONA. That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell! Emil. I am glad I have found this napkin; Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill This was her first remembrance from the Moor: trump, My wayward husband hath a hundred times The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, Woo'd me to stealit: but she so loves the token The royal banner; and all quality, (For he conjur'd her, she would ever keep it), Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! That she reserved it ever more about her, And, 0, you mortal engines, whose rude throats To kiss and talk to. l'll have the work ta'en out, Tbeimmortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, And give't Iago:

Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone! What he'll do with it, heaven knows, not I; Iago. Is it possible!-my lord, (whore; I nothing, but to please his fantasy.

Oth. Villain, be sure thou prove my love a Enter LAGO.

Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof; lago. How now! what do you here alone ?

[Taking him by the throat. Emil. Do not you chide; I have a thing for Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul, you.

Thou hadst been better have been born a dog, lago. A thing for me?-it is a common thing. Than answer my wak'd wrath, Emil. Ha!


Is it come to this? Iago. To have a foolish wife.

[now Oth. Make me to see it; or (at the least) 50 Emil. O, is that all? What will you give me prove it, For that same handkerchief?

That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop, lago.

What handkerchief? To hang a doubt on : or, woe upon thy life! Emil. What handkerchief?

Iago. My noble lord Why, that the Moor first gave to Desdemona; Oih. If thou dost slander her, and torture me, That which so often you did bid me steal. Never pray more ; abandon all remorse; Iago. Hast stolen it from her?

On horror's head horrors accumulate : Emil

. No,'faith; she let it drop by negligence; Dodeeds to make heaven weep,all earth amaz'd, And to the advantage, I, being here, took't up. For nothing canst thou to damnation add, Look, here it is.

Greater than that. layo.

A good wench; give it me. lago. O grace! O heaven, defend me !

Are you a man? have you a soul or sense ?- See Cassio wipe his beard with.
God be wi' you; take mine oftice.-0 wretched Oth,

If it be that, fool,

Iago. If it be that, or any that was hers, That liv'st to make thine honesty, a vice! It speaks against her with the other proofs. () monstrous world! Take note, take note, O Oth. O, that the slave had forty thousand lives; To be direct and honest, is not safe.- [world, One is too poor, too weak for my revenge! I thank you for this profit; and, from hence, Now do I see 'tis true.--Look here, Iago; I'll love no friend, since love breeds such offence. All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven:

Oth, Nay, stay ;-Thou should'st be honest, 'Tis gone.

Iago. I should be wise ; for honesty's a fool, Arise, black vengeance, froin thy hollow cell ! And loses that it works for,

Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne, Oth

By the world, To tyrannous hate! gwell bosom, with thy I think my wife be honest, and think she is not; For 'tis of aspicks' tongues ! (fraught; I think that thou art just, and think thou art not; Iago. Pray, be content. I'll have some proof: Her name, that was as Oth.

O, blood, Iago, blood ! fresh

lago. Patience, I say; your mind, perhaps, As Dian's visage, is now begrim'd and black may change. As mine owo face.--If there be cords, or knives, Oth. Never, lago. Like to the Pontiek sea, Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams,

Whose icy current and compulsive course I'll not endnre it.—'Would I were satisfied ! Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on

Iago. I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion: To the Propontick, and the Hellespont; I do repent me, that I put it to you.

Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, You would be satisfied ?

Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, Oth.

Would ? nay, I will. Till that a capable and wide revenge (ven, lago. And may: but how? how satisfied, my! Swallow them up.--Now, by yond' marble hea. lord?

In the due reverence of a sacred vow (Knesis. Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on? I here engage my words. Behold her tupp'd ?


Do not rise yet.-Oth. Death and damnation! O!

(R'neels. Iago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think, Witness, you ever-burning lights above! To bring them to that prospect : Damn them You elements that clip us round about ! then,

Witness, that here Iago doth give up If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster, The execution of his wit, hands, heart, More than their own! What then? how then? To wrong'd Othello's service! let him command, What shall I say? Where's satisfaction ? And to obey shall be in me remorse, It is impossible you should see this,

What bloody work soever. Were they as prime as goats, as bot as monkeys, Oth.

I greet thy love, As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance As ignorance made drunk. But yet, I say,

bounteous, If imputation, and strong circumstances, And will upon the instant pnt thee tot: Which lead directly to the door of truth, -- Within these three days let me hear thee say, Will give you satisfaction, you may have it, That Cassio's not alive.

Oth. Give me a living reason she's disloyal. Iago. My friend is dead ; 'tis done, at your Iago. I do not like the office:

But let her live.

(request : But,'sith I am enter'd in this cause so far,- Oth. Damn her, lewd minx ; 0, damn her! Prick'd to it by foolish honesty and love,- Come, go with me apart; I will withdraw, I will go on. I lay with Cassio lately; To furnish me with some swift means of death And, being troubled with a raging tooth, For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant. I could not sleep.

lago. I am your own for ever. (Exeunt. There are a kind of men so loose of soul,

SCENE IV. The same.
That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs;
One of this kind is Cassio :

Enter DESDEMONA, Emilia, and Clown.
In sleep I heard him say,--Sweet Desdemona, Des. Do you know, sirrah, where lieutenant
Let us be wary, let us hide our loves ! (hand, Cassio lies?
And then, sir, would he gripe and wring my Clo. I dare not say, he lies any where.

-0, sweet creature! and then kiss me hard, Des. Why, man? As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots, Clo. He's a soldier; and for me to say a soldier That grew upon my lips : then laid his leg lies, is stabbing. Overmy thigh, and sigh'd, and kiss'd; and then Des. Go to; Where lodges he? Cried, -Oursed fate, that gave thee to the Moor! Clo. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell Oth. O monstrous ! monstrous !

you where I lie. lago.

Nay, this was but his dream. Des. Can any thing be made of this? Oik. But this denoted a foregone conclusion; Clo. I know not where he lodges; and for Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream. me to devise a lodging, and say-he lies here.

lago. And this may help to thicken other or be lies there, were to lie in my own throat. That do demonstrate thinly.

(proofs, Des. Can you inquire him out, and be edified Oth.

I'll tear her all to pieces. by report lago. Nay, but be wise : yet we see nothing Clo. I will catechise the world for him; that done ;

is, make questions, and by them answer. She may be honest yet. Tell me but this,- Des. Seek hini, bid him come hither: tell Have you not sometimes seen a bandkerchief, him, I have moved my lord in his behalf, and Spotted with strawberries, in your wife's hand? hope, all will be well.

Oth. I gave her such a one;'twas iny first gift. Clo. To do this, is within the compass of

lago. I know not that: but such a handkerchief man's wit; and therefore I will attempt the (I am sure it was your wife's), did I to-day doing it.

[Erit. Des. Where should I lose that handkerchief, Oth. Is 't lost? is 't gone? speak, is it out of Emilia?

Des. Heaven bless us !

(the way? Emil. I know not, madam.

(purse Oth.

Say you? Des. Believe me, I had rather have lost my Des. It is not lost: But what an if it were ? Full of crusadoes. And, but my noble Moor Oth. Hal Is true of mind, and made of no such baseness Des. I say it is not lost. As jealous creatures are, it were enough


Fetch 't, let me see it. To put him to ill thinking.

Des. Why, so I can, sir, but I will not now; Emil.

Is he not jealous? This is a trick, to put me from my suit; Des. Who, he? I think, the sun, where he I pray, let Cassio be receiv'd again. Drew all such humours fiom him. (was born, Oth. Fetch me that handkerchief: my mind Emil. Look, where he comes. Des. Come, come;

(misgives. Des. I will not leave him now, till Cassio You'll never meet a more sufficient man. Be call'd to him.-How is 't with you, my lord? Oth. The handkerchief, Enter OTHELLO.


I pray, talk me of Cassio. Oth. Well, my good lady.-[Aside.] O, hard- Oth. The handkerchief,ness to dissemble !


A man that, all his time, How do you, Desdemona?

Hath founded his good fortune on your love; Des.

Well, my good lord. Shar'd dangers with you :Oth. Give me your hand: This hand is moist, Oth,

The handkerchief, my lady.


Des. In sooth, Des. It yet has felt no age, nor known no sor- You are to blame. Oth. This argues fruitfulness, and liberal Oth.

Away! (Erit OTHELLO. heart ;


Is not this man jealous ? Hot, hot, and moist; This hand of yours requires Des. I ne'er saw this before. A sequester from liberty, fasting and prayer,

Sure, there's some wonder in this handkerchief: Much castigation, exercise devout;

I am most unhappy in the loss of it. For here's a young and sweating devil here,

Emil. 'Tis not a year or two shows is a man: That commonly rebels. 'Tis a good hand, They are all but stomachs, and we all but food A frank one.

They eat us hungerly, and when they are full, Des,

You may, indeed, say so; They belch us. Look you! Cassio and my husFop'twas that hand that gave away my heart.

band. Oth. A liberal hand,: The hearts of old, gave

Entar Iago and Cassio. hands;

Iago. There's no other way; 'tis she must do't: But our new heraldry is--hands, not hearts. And, lo, the happiness!

go, and importune her. Des. I cannot speak of this. Come now your Des. How now, good Cassio? what's the news promise.

with you?

syon, Oth, What promise, chnck ?

(with you.

Cas. Madam, my former suit: I do beseecli Des. I have sent to bid Cassio come speak That, by your virtuous means, I may again

Oth. I have a salt and sullen rheum offends me; Exist, and be a member of his love, Lend me thy handkerchief.

Whom I, with all the duty of my heart, Des.

Here, my lord. Entirely honour; I would not be delay'd : Oth. That which I gave you.

If my offence be of such mortal kind,
I have it not about me. That neither service past, nor present sorrows,
Oth. Not?

Nor purpos'd merit in futurity,
No, indeed, my lord.

Can ransome me into his love again,

That is a fault: But to know so must be my benefit; That handkerchief

So shall I clothe me in a forc'd content,
Did an Egyptian to my mother give;

And shut myself up in some other course,
She was a charmer, and could almost read To fortune's alms.
The thonghts of people: she told her, while she Des.

Alas! thrice gentle Cassio, kept it,

[father My advocation is not now in tune; 'Twould make her amiable, and subdue my My lord is not my lord; nor should I know him, Entirely to her love; but if she lost it, Were he in favour, as in humour, alter'd. Or made a gift of it, my father's eye [hunt So help me, every spirit sanctified, Should hold her loathly, and his spirits should As I have spoken for you all my best ;. After new fancies: She, dying, gave it me:

And stood within the blank of his displeasure, And bid me, when my fate would have me wive, Formy free speech! You must awhile be patient: To give it her. I did so: and take heed of't, 'What I can do, I will; and more I will, Make it a darling like your precious eye; Than for myself I dare; let that suffice you To lose or give 't away, were such perdition, lago. Is my lord angry? As nothing else could match.


He went hence but now, Des.

Is it possible? And, certainly, in strange unquietness. Oth. "Tis true: there's magic in the web of it: Iago. Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon, A sibyl, that had number'd in the world When it hath blown his ranks into the air; The sun to make two hundred compasses,

And, like the devil, from his very arm In her prophetic fury sew'd the work; (silk; Puff'd his own brother;--And can he be angry? The worms were hallow'd, that did breed the Something of moment, then: I will go meet him; And it was dyed in mummy, which the skilful There's matter in 't indeed, if he be angry. Conserv'd of maidens' hearts.

Des. I pr’ythee, do so.-Something, sure, of Des. Indeed! is 't true? state,-

(Exit Iaco. Oth. Most veritable; therefore look to 't well. Either from Venice; or some unhatch'd practice, Drs. Then 'would to heaven, that I had never Made demonstrable here in Cyprus to him, -Oth. Ha! wherefore ?

seen it. Hath puddled his clear spirit: and, in such Des. Why do you speak so startingly and rash?! cases,


Art Fourth.

Men's natures wrangle with Inferior things,
Though great ones are their object. 'Tis even so:
For let our finger ache, and it indnes

SCENE I. Before the Castle.
Our other healthful members ev'n to that sense

Enter OTHELLO) and Iago.
Of pain: Nay, we must think men are not gods;
Nor of them look for such observances

lago. Will you think so? As fit the bridal.-Beshrew me much, Emilia, Oth.

Think so, Iago ? I was (unhandsome warrior as I am)


What, Arraigning his unkindness with my soul; To kiss in private ? But now I find, I had suborn'd the witness, Oth.

An unauthoris'd kiss, And he's indited falsely.

[think; Iago. Or to be naked with her friend abed, Emil. Pray heaven, it be state matters, as you An hour or more, not meaning any harm? And no conception, nor no jealous toy,

Oth. Naked abed, lago, and not mean harm? Concerning yoil.

It is hypocrisy against the devil:
Des. alas, the day! I never gave him cause. They that mean virtuously, and yet do so,

Emil. But jealous souls will not be answer'd The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt
They are not ever jealous for the cause, (50; heaven.
But jealous for they are jealous: 'tis a monster, Iago. So they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip:
Begot upon itself, born on itself. (mind! But if I give my wife a handkerchief,-
Des. Heaven keep that monster from Othello's Oth. What then?

(hers, Emil. Lady, amen.

(about: logo. Why then'tis hers, my lord; and, being Des. I will go seek him.-Cassio, walk here- She may, I think, bestow't on any man. If I do find him fit, l'll move your suit,

Oth. She is protectress of her honour too; And seek to effect it to my uttermost.

May she give that? Cas. I humbly thank your ladyship.

Iago. Her honour is an essence that's not seen; (Exeunt DESDEMONA and EMILIA. They have it very oft, that have it not. Enter BranCA.

But, for the handkerchief, {forgot it:

Oth. By heaven, I would most gladly have Bian. Save you, friend Cassio!

Thou said'st,--0, it comes o'er my memory, Cas,

What make you from home ? As doth the raven o'er the infected house, How is it with you, my most fair Bianca ? Boding to all-he had my handkerchief. l' faith, sweet love, I was coming to your house. Iago. Ay, what of that? Bian. And I was going to your lodging, Cassio. Oth,

That's not so good, now. What! keep a week away? seven days and Iago. What, if I had said, I had seen him do nights?

[hours, you wrong? Eight score eight hours ? and lovers' absent Or heard him say,--As knaves be such abroad, More tedious than the dial eight score times? Who, having, by their own importunate suit, O weary reckoning!

Or voluntary dotage of some mistress, Cas.

Pardon me, Bianca; Convinced or supplied them, cannot choose I have this while with leaden thoughts been But they must blabpress'd;


Hath he said any thing? But I shall, in a more continuate time,

lago. He hath, my lord; but be you well as. Strike off this score of absence. Sweet Bianca, No more than he'll unswear.

(sur'd, [Giving her Desdemona's Handkerchief. Oth.

What hath he said ? Take me this work out.

Iago. 'Faith, that he did, -I know not what Bian. 0, Cassio, whence came this? Oth. What? what?

(he did. This is some token from a newer friend.

lago. LieTo the felt absence now I feel a cause :

Oth. With her? Is it come to this? Well, well.

logo. With her, on her; what you will. Cas.

Go to! woman, oih. Lie with her! lie on her!-We say, lie Throw your vile guesses in the devil's teeth, on her, when they belie her: Lie with her! From whence you have them. You are jealous that's fulsome.-Handkerchief,-confessions,-now,

handkerchief.-To confess and be hang'd for That this is from some mistress, some remem- bis labour.--First to be hanged, and then to brance;

confess :-I tremble at it. Nature would not No, in good troth, Bianca.

invest herself in such shadowing passion, withBian.

Why, whose is it? out some instruction. It is not words, that Cas. I know not, sweet: I found it in my shake me thus:-Pish!-Noses, ears, and lips: chamber.

--Is it possible ?-Confess - Handkerchief! I like the work well; ere it be demanded, O devil!

[Falls in a Trance (As like enough, it will), I'd have it copied: Iago. Work on,

(caught; Take it, and do't; and leave me for this time. My medicine, work! Thus credulous fools are Bian. Leave you! wherefore ?

And many worthy and chaste dames, even thos, Cus. I do attend here on the general; All guiltless meet reproach.-What, ho! my And think it no addition, nor my wish,

lord! To have him see me woman'd.

Enter Cassio. Bian.

Why, I pray you. My lord, I say! Othello!-How now, Cassio? Cas. Not that I love you not.

Cas. What is the matter? Bian.

But that you do not love me. Iago. My lord is fallen into an epilepsy; I pray you, bring me on the way a little ; This is his second fit; he had one yesterday. And say, if I shall see you soon at night. Cas. Rub him about the temples. Cas.'Tis but a little way, that I can bring you, lago.

No, forbear: For I attend here: but I'll see you soon. The lethargy must have his quiet course : Bian. 'Tis very good; I must be circumstanc'd. If not, he foams at mouth; and, by and by,

(E.ceunt. Breaks out to savage madness. Look, he stin: Do you withdraw yourself a little while, To tell it o'er: Go to; well said, well said. He will recover straight; when he is gone,

[Aside. I would on great occasion speak with you. Iago. She gives it out, that you shall marry her:

(Ecit Cassio. Do you intend it? Howisit, general? have you not hurt your head? Cas.

Ha, ha, ha! Oth. Dost thou mock me?

Oth. Do you triumph, Roman? do you triIago. I mock you! no, by heaven: umph?

(Aside. 'Would you would bear your fortunes like a man. Cas. I marry her!-what? a customer! I

Oth. A horned man's a monster, and a beast. pr'ythee, bear some charity to my wit; do not

Iago. There's many a beast then in a populous think it so unwholesome. Ha, ha, ha! And many a civil monster.

(city, Olh. So, so, so, so: They laugh that win. Oth. Did he confess it?

[Aside. Iago.

Good sir, be a man ; Iago. 'Faith, the cry goes, that you shall marry Think, every bearded fellow, that's but yok'a, Cus. Prythee, say true.

(her. May draw with you; there's millions now alive, lago. I am a very villain else. That nightly lie in those unproper beds,

Oth. Have you scored me? Well. [Aside. Which they dare swear peculiar; your case is Cas. This is the monkey's own giving out: better,

she is persuaded I will marry her, out of her 0, 'tis the spite of hell; the fiend's arch-mock, own love and tiattery, not out of my promise. To lip a wanton in a secure couch,

Oth. Iago beckons me; now he begins the And to suppose her chaste! No, let me know; story.

(Aside. And, knowing what I am, I know what she Cas. She was here even now : she haunts me

Oth. O, thou art wise; 'tis certain. (shall be. in every place. I was, the other day, talking lago.

Stand you awhile apart; on the seabank with certain Venetians; and Confine yourself but in a patient list. {grief thither comes this bauble ; by this hand, she Whilst you were here, ere while mad with your falls thus about my neck ;(A passion most unsuiting such a man),

Oth. Crying, O dear Cassio! as it were : his Cassio came hither: I shifted him away, gesture imports it.

[Aside. And laid good 'scuse upon your ecstasy;

Cas. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me; Bade him anon return, and here speak with me; so hales, and pulls me: ha, ha, ha. The which he promis'd. Do butencave yourself, Oth. Now he tells, how she pluck'd him to And mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable my chamber: 0, I see that nose of yours, but That dwell in every region of his face ; [scorns, not that dog I shall throw it to. (Asidio For I will make him tell the tale anew, Cas. Well, I must leave her company. Where how, how oft, how long ago, and when Iago. Before me! look where she comes. He hath, and is again to cope your wife:

Enter BIANCA. I say, but mark his gesture. Marry, patience; Cas. 'Tis such another fitchew! marry, a perOr I shall say, you are all in all in spleen, fumed one.-What do you mean by this hauntAnd nothing of a man.

ing of me? Oth.

Dost thou hear, Iago? Bian. Let the devil and his dam baunt you! I will be found most cnnning in my patience; What did you mean by that same handkerchief, But (dost thou hear?) most bloody.

you gave me even now? I was a fine fool to lago.

That's not amiss; take it. I must take out the whole work ? -A But yet keep time in all, Will you withdraw likely piece of work, that you should find it in

[OTHELLO withdraws. your chamber, and not know who left it there? Now will I question Cassio of Bianca,

This is some minx's token, and I must take out A housewife, that, by selling her desires, the work! There--give it your hobby-horse : Buys herself bread and clothes: it is a creature, wheresoever you had it, I'll take out no work That dotes on Cassio,-as 'tis the strumpet's on't.

[how now? plague,

Cas. How now, my sweet Bianca ? how now? To beguile many, and be beguil'd by one; Oth, By heaven, that should be my handkerHe, when he hears of her, cannot rerrain


[Aside. From the excess of laughter!-Here he comes! - Bian. An you'll come to supper to-night, you Re-enter CASSIO.

may: an you will not, come when you are next As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad; prepared for.

(Exit. And his unbookish jealousy must construie lago. After her, after her. Poor Cassio's smiles, gestures, and light be- Cas.'Faith, I must, she'll rail in the street else. haviour,

lago. Will you sup there? Quite in the wrong. How do you now, lieu- Cas. 'Faith, I intend so. tenant?

Iago. Well, I nay chance to see you; for I Cas. The worser, that you give me the addition, would very fain speak with you. Whose want even kills me.

(oft. Cac. Prythee, come; Will you? lago. Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure Iago. Go to: say no more. [Exit Cassio. Now, if this suit lay in Bianca's power,

oih. How shall I murder him, lago?

[Speaking lower. lago. Did you perceive how he laughed at How quickly should you speed ?

Och. O, Iago!

[his vice ? Cas.

Alas, poor caitiff! Iago. And did you see the handkerchief? Oth. Look, how he laughs already! (Aside. Oth. Was that mine? lago. I never knew a woman love man so. Iago. Yours, by this hand : and to see how Cas. Alas, poor rogue! I think i'faith she be prizes the foolish woman, your wife! she loves me.

gave it him, and he hath given it his whore. Oth. Now he denies it faintly, and laughs it Oth. I would have him nine years a killing: out.

[Aside. - A fine womanl a fair woman! a sweet woman! lago. Do you hear, Cassio ?

Iago. Nay, you must forget that. Oth.

Now he importunes him Oth, Ay, let her rot, and perish, and be damned

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