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Enter OTHELLO. Oth. Well, my good lady :-[Aside.] 0, hard
ness to dissemble ! How do you, Desdemona? Des.
Well, my good lord. Oth. Give me your hand : This hand is moist,
my lady Des. It yet has felt no age, nor known no sorrow.
Oth. This argues fruitfulness, and liberal heart ;Hot, hot, and moist: This hand of yours requires A sequester from liberty, fasting and prayer, , Much castigation, exercise devout;? For here's a young and sweating devil here, That commonly rebels. 'Tis a good hand, A frank one.
Des. You may, indeed, say so; For 'twas that hand that gave away my heart. 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
Here, my lord.
I have it not about me.
exercise devout;] Exercise was the religious term.
salt and sullen rheum —] Sullen, that is, a rheum obstinately troublesome.
That is a fault : That handkerchief 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
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 After new fancies : She, dying, gave it me ; And bid me, when my fate would have me wive, To give it her. I did so: and take heed of't, Make it a darling like your precious eye; To lose or give't away, were such perdition, As nothing else could match. Des.
Is it possible? Oth. 'Tis true : there's magick in the web of it: A sibyl, that had number'd in the world The sun to make two hundred compasses, In her prophetick fury sew'd the work: The worms were hallow'd that did breed the silk; And it was died in mummy,' which the skilful Conserv'd of maidens' hearts. Des.
Indeed ! is't true? Oth. Most veritable ; therefore look to't well. Des. Then 'would to heaven, that I had never
Oth. Ha! wherefore ?
. And it was died in mummy, &c.] The balsamick liquor running from mummies was formerly celebrated for its anti-epileptick virtues. We are now wise enough to know, that the qualities asoribed to it are all imaginary; and yet this fanciful medicine still holds a place in the principal shops where drugs are sold ; and it is still much coveted by painters, as a transparent brown colour that throws a warmth into their shadows.
- rash?] Is vehement, violent.
Oth. Is't lost? is't gone? speak, is it out of the
Fetch't, let me see it.
Oth. The handkerchief,
talk me of Cassio. Oth. The handkerchief, Des.
A man that, all his time,
Away! [Exit OTHELLO. Emil.
Is not this man jealous ? Des. I ne'er saw this before. Sure, there's some wonder in this handkerchief: I am most unhappy in the loss of it.
Emil. 'Tis not a year or two shows us a man : They are all but stomachs, and we all but food; They eat us hungerly, and when they are full, They belch us. Look you! Cassio, and my husband.
Enter Iago and Cassio.
Iago. There is no other way; 'tis she must do't;
And, lo, the happiness! go, and importune her. Des. How now, good Cassio? what's the news
with you? Cas. Madam, my former suit: I do beseech you, That, by your virtuous means, I may again Exist, and be a member of his love, Whom I, with all the duty of my heart, Entirely honour; I would not be delay’d: If my offence be of such mortal kind, That neither service past, nor present sorrows, Nor purpos'd merit in futurity, Can ransome me into his love again, But to know so must be my benefit; So shall I clothe me in a forc'd content, And shut myself up in some other course, To fortune's alms.? Des.
Alas! thrice-gentle Cassio,
Iago. Is my lord angry?
He went hence but now, And, certainly, in strange unquietness.
Iago. Can he be angry. I have seen the cannon,
* And shut myself up
other course, To fortune's alms.] Being discarded from the military line, he purposes to confine or shut himself up, as he formerly had, within the limits of a new profession.
in favour,] In look, in countenance.
within the blank of his displeasure,] Within the shot of his anger.
When it hath blown his ranks into the air ;s
I have seen the cannon, When it hath blown, &c.] In Iago's speech something is suppressed. He means to say, I have seen his ranks blown into the air, and his own brother puff'd from his side,--and mean while have seen him cool and unruffled. And can he now be angry?
some unhatch'd practice,] Some treason that has not taken effect.
7 For let our finger ache, and it indųes --] I believe it should be rather, Subdues our other healthful members to a sense of pain.
Johnson. 8 — the bridal.] i. e. the nuptial feast: a Saxon word.
(unhandsome warrior as I am,)] Unhandsome warrior, is evidently unfair assailant.