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I pray you, bring me on the way a little ;
And say if I shall see you soon at night?

Cas. 'Tis but a little way that I can bring you,
For I attend here.. But 'll see you soon.
Bian. 'Tis very good; I must be circumstanced.




Scene-a Court before the Palace.

Enter Othello and I ago.
Iago. Will you think so ?
Oth. Think so, Iago ?
Iago. What, to kiss in private ?
Oth. An unauthorized kiss ?

Iago. Or to be naked with her friend in bed, An hour or more, not meaning any harm ?

Oih. Naked in bed, Iago, and not mean harm?
It is hypocrisy against the devil :
They that mean virtuously, and yet do so,
The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt

Iago. If they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip;
But if I give my wife a handkerchief

Oth. What then?

lago. Why then, 'tis hers, my lord; and being She may I think, bestow't on any man. [hers,

Oth. She is protectress of her honour too ; May she give that?

Iago. Her honour is an essence that's not seen ; They have it very oft, that have it not: But for the handkerchief

[forgot it;
Oth. By Heaven, I would most gladly have
Thou saidst-oh, it comes o'er my memory,
As doth the raven (65) o'er th' infected house,
Boding to ill,-he had my handkerchief.

Iago. Ay, what of that?
Oth. That's not so good now.

Iago. What if I said, I'd seen him do you wrong?
Or heard himsay, (as knaves be such abroad,
Who having by their own importunate suit,
Or voluntary dotage of some mistress,

(65) The back of Iago's head looked at horizontally, and with the south side of the moon on the right hand, is like the head of a raven, as drawn in

Fig. 107.

Convinced or supplied them, they can't choose
But they must blab)
Oth. Hath he said any thing?

Jago. He hath my lord; but be you well as-
No more than he'll unswear.
Oth. What hath he said ?

[did lago. Why, that he did I know not what he Oth. What? what? Iago. LieOth. With her? Iago. With her, on her, what you will

Oth. Lie with her! lie on her! lie with her! that's fulsome: handkerchief-confessions-bandkerchief-handkerchief to confess and be hanged for his labour-First to be hanged, and then-to confess! I tremble at it-Nature would not invest herself in such shadowing without some instruction. It is not words that shake me thus pish-noses, ears, and lips-is't possible!-confess! hundkerchief!-Oh devil!

[Falls in a Trance. Iago. Work on,

(caught; My medicine, work! thus credulous fools are And many worthy and chaste dames even thus, All guiltless, meet reproach. What, hoa! my My lord, I say, Othello.--

[lord! . Enter Cassio. How now, Cassio ?


Cas. What's the matter?

Tago. My lord is fell into an epilepsy,
This is the second fit; he had one yesterday.
Cas. Rub him about the temples.

Iago. No, forbear,
The lethargy must have his quiet course;
If not, he foams at mouth, and by and by
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 occasion speak with you.

[Exit Cassio. How is it, general? have you not hurt your head?

Oth. Dost thou mock me? · Iago. I mock you not, by Heaven : Would you would bear your fortunes like a man.

Oth. A horned man's a monster and a beast.

Iago. There's many a beast then in a populous And many a civil monster.

[city. Oth. Did he confess it?

Iago. Good Sir, be a man ; Think, every bearded fellow, that's but yoked, May draw with you. Millions are now alive, That nightly lie in those unproper beds, [ter. Which they dare swear peculiar. Your case is betOh, '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 list.
Whilst you were here, oerwhelmed with your grief,
(A passion most unsuiting such a man)
Cassio came hither. I shifted him away,
And laid good ’scuses on your ecstasy ;
Bade him anon return, and here speak with me ;
The which he promised. 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 I shall say, you are all in all in spleen,
And nothing of a man.

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

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

Othello withdraws.
Now will I question Cassio of Bianca,
A housewife, that, by selling her desires,
Buys herself bread and cloth. It is a creature
That doats on Cassio; as 'tis the strumpet's plague
To beguile many, and be beguild by one ;

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