Oth. Would? nay, I will.. Iago. And may: But, how? how satisfied, my lord? Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on? Behold her tupp'd? Oth. Death and damnation! O! Iago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think, To bring them to that prospect: Damn them then, Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys, Oth. Give me a living reason she 's disloyal. But, sith I am enter'd in this cause so far,--- There are a kind of men so loose of soul, In sleep I heard him say,-Sweet Desdemona, And then, sir, would he gripe, and wring my hand, Iago. Nay, this was but his dream. Oth. But this denoted a foregone conclusion; Oth. I'll tear her all to pieces. Iago. Nay, but be wise: yet we see nothing done; be honest yet. Tell me but this, She may Oth. If it be that, Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell! Iago. Pray, be content. Oth. Ó, blood, Iago, blood en Iago. Patience, I say; your mind, perhaps, may change. Oth. Never, Iago. Like to the Pontick sea, Swallow them up.-Now, by yond" marble heaven, I here engage my words. [Kneels. Do not rise yet. [Kneels. Iago. You elements that clip us round about! To wrong'd Othello's service! let him command, What bloody work soever. Oth. I greet thy love, Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounteous, Within these three days let me hear thee say, Iago. My friend is dead; 'tis done, at your request: But let her live. Oth. Damn her, lewd minx! O, damn her! Come, go with me apart; I will withdraw, To furnish me with some swift means of death For the fair devil. Now art thou Iago. I am your own forever. my lieutenant. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The same. Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, and Clown. Des. Do you know, sirrah, where lieutenant Cassio lies? Clo. I dare not say, he lies any where. Des. Why, man? Clo. He is a soldier; and for me to say a soldier lies, is stabbing. Des. Go to; Where lodges he? Clo. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you where I lie. Des. Can any thing be made of this? Clo. I know not where he lodges; and for me to devise a lodging, and say he lies here, or he lies there, were to lie in my own throat. Des. Can you enquire him out, and be edified by report? Clo. I will catechize the world for him; that is, make questions, and by them answer. Des. Seek him, bid him come hither: tell him, I have moved my lord in his behalf, and hope, all will be well. Clo. To do this, is within the compass of man's wit; and therefore I will attempt the doing it. [Exit. Des. Where should I lose that handkerchief, Emilia? Emil. I know not, madam. Des. Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse Full of cruzadoes. And, but my noble Moor Is true of mind, and made of no such baseness As jealous creatures are, it were enough To put him to ill thinking. Emil. Is he not jealous? Des. Who, he? I think, the sun, where he was born, Drew all such humours from him. Emil. Look, where he comes. Des. I will not leave him now, till Cassio Be call'd to him.-How is 't with you, my lord? Enter OTHELLO. Oth. Well, my good lady:-[aside] O, hardness to dissemble! How do you, Desdemona? Des. Well, my good lord. For here's a young and sweating devil here, Des. You may, indeed, say so; Oth. A liberal hand: The hearts of old, gave hands; But our new heraldry is-hands, not hearts. Des. I cannot speak of this. Come now your promise. Oth. What promise, chuck? Des. I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you. Oth. I have a salt and sullen rheum offends me; Lend me thy handkerchief. Des. Here, my lord. I have it not about me. 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 father's eye Should hold her loathly, and his spirits should hunt Des. A sibyl, that had number'd in the world k; The worms were hallow'd, that did breed the silk Des. Indeed! is 't true? Oth. Most veritable; therefore look to 't well. Des. Then 'would to heaven, that I had never seen it. Oth. Ha! wherefore? Des. Why do you speak so startingly and rash? Oth. Is 't lost? is 't gone? speak, is it out of the way? Des. Heaven bless us! Des. It is not lost; But what an if it were? Oth. Ha! Des. I say, it is not lost. Oth. Fetch 't, let me see it. Des. Why, so I can, sir, but I will not now; This is a trick, to put me from my suit; I pray, let Cassio be receiv'd again. Oth. Fetch me that handkerchief: my mind misgives, Des. Come, come; You'll never meet a more sufficient man. Oth. The handkerchief, Des. I pray, talk me of Cassio. |