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Des. Ay, sooth; so humbled,

Too hideous to be shown. Thou dost mest somethúng: That he hath left part of his grief with me;

I heard thee say but now,- Thou lik’dst nut that, I suffer with him. Good love, call him back. When Cassio left my wife ; What didst not like?

Oth. Not now, sweet Desdemona; some other time. And, when I told thee-he was of my comel
Des. But shall't be shortly?

In my whole course of wooing, thou crest. Indeed Oth.

The sooner, sweet, for you. And didst contract and parse thy brow torther, Des. Shall't be tonight at supper?

As if thou then hadst shut up in thy brain Oth.

No, not te-night. Some horrible conceit: If thou dost love me,
Des. To-morrow dinner then ?

Show me thy thought.
I shall not dipe at home ; lago.

My lord, you know I love you, I meet the captains at the citadel.

Oth. I think, thou dost; Des. Why then, to-morrow night; or Tuesday morn; And, -for I know thou art full of love and honesty, Or Tuesday noon, or night, or Wednesday morn; And weigh'st thy words before thou giv's tha I pray thee, name the time; but let it not

breath. Exceed three days : in faith, he's penitent;

Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more: And yet his trespass, in our common reason,

For such things, in a false disloyal knave, (Save that, they say, the wars must make examples Are tricks of custom; but in a man that's jule Out of their best.) is not almost a fault

They are close denotements, working from de heart, To incur a private check: When shall he come? That passion cannot rule. Tell me, Othello. I wonder in my soul,


For Michael Cassio, What you could ask me, that I should deny,

I dare be sworn, I think that he is honeste
Or stand so mammering on. What! Michael Cassio, Oth. I think so too..
That came a wooing with you ; and many a lime, lago.

Men should be wluat they se When I have spoke of you dispraisingly,

Or, those that be not, 'would they might seena nez! Hath ta'en your part; to have so much to do

Oth. Certain, men should be what they seeria To bring him in! Trust me, I could do much, Iago.

Why then, Oih. Pr¥ythee, no more: let him come when he will; || I think that Cassio is an honest man. I will deny thee nothing.

Oth. Nay, yet there's more in this : Des.

Why, this is not a boon; I pray thee, speak to me as to thy thinkings, "Tis as I should intreat you wear your gloves, As thou dust ruminate; and give thy worst of thoughts Or feed op nourishing dishes, or keep you warm; The worst of words. Or sue to you to do peculiar profit


Good my lord, pardon mk; To your own person : Nay, when I have a suit, Though I am bound to every act of duty, Wherein I menn to touch your love indeed,

I am not bound to that ail slaves are free to. It shall be full of poise and difficulty,

Utter my thoughts? Why, say, they are file and And fearful to be granted.

false, Oth.

I will deny thee nothing: As wbere's tiat palace, whereinto foul things Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this,

Sometimes intrude not? who has a breast so pure, To leave me but a little to myself,

But some uncleanly apprehensions
Des. Shall I deny you ? No: Farewell, my lord. Keep leets, and law-days, and in session sit
Oth. Farewell, my Desdemona: I will come to thee With meditations lawful?

Oth. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, laga
Des. Emilia, come:-Be it as your fancies teach you; If thou but think'st hiin wrong'd, and makit lais et
Whate'er you be, I am obedient. [Exit, with Emil. A stranger to thy thoughts.
Oth. Excellent wretch ! Perdition catch my soul, Iago.

I do beseech you, But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Though I, perchance, am vicious in my guess, Chaos is come again.

As, I confess, it is my nature's plague lago.

My noble lord,

To spy into abuses ; and, oft, my jealousy
Oth. What dost thou say, Iago ?

Shapes faults that are not,-1 entreat you tlko, Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you wou'd ny lady, i From one that so imperfectly conjects, Know of your love?

You'd take no notice ; nor build yourself a trosbe Oth, He did, from first to last. Why dost thou ask? Out of his scattering and unsure observance :

lagg. But for a satisfaction of my thought ; It were not for your quiet, nor your good, No further harm.

Nor for my manhood, honesty, or wisdom, Oth.

Why of thy thought, lago? To let you know my thoughts. lago. I did not think, be had been acquainted with Oth.

What dost thou mesa her.

Iago. Good name, in man, and woman, dear my land Oth. O, yes; and went between us very oft. Is the immediate jewel of their souls : lago. Indeed?

Who steals my purse, steals trash ; 'tis something, Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed :-Discern'st thou aught in nothing; that?

'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave ta thousut Is he not honest ?

But he, that filches from me my good name, layo. Honest, my lord?

Robs ine of that, wliich not enriches him, O!,

Ay, honest.

And makes me poor indeed. lago. My lord, for aught I know.

Oth. By heaven, I'll know this thought. Oh. What dost thou think?

lago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand, lago. Think, my lord?

Nor shall not, whilst 'tis in my custody. Oth.

Think, my lord! Oth. Ha! By heaven he echoes me,

O, beware, my lord, of jealoney ; As if there were some monster in his thought It is the green-ey'd monster which doth nicek



The meat it feeds on. That cuekold lives in bliss, lago. Long live she so! and long live you to think
Who, certain of his fate. loves not his wronger;

so! But. O, what damned minutes tells he o'er,

Oth. And yet, how nature erring from itself,
Who dotes, yet doubts ; suspects, yet strongly loves ! Iago. Ay, there's the point :-As,-to be bold with
Oth. O misery!

lago. Poor, and content, is rich, and rich enough ; Not to affect many proposed matches
But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter,

of her own clime, complexion, and degree; To him that ever fears he shall be poor :

Whereto, we see, in all things nature tends :
Good heitven, the souls of all my tribe defend Foh! one may smell, in such, a will most rank,
Froin jealousy!

Foul disproportion, thoughts unnatural.
Why? why is this?

But pardon me; I do not, in position,
Think'st thou, I'd make a life of jealousy,

Distinctly speak of her : though I may fear,
To follow still the changes of the moon

Her will, recoiling to her better judgement,
With fresh suspicions ? No: to be once in doubt, May fall to match you with her country forms,
Is-once to be resolv'd : Exchange ine for a goat, And (hapily) repent.
When I shall turn the business of my soul


Farewell, farewell :
To such exsufflicate and blown surinises,

If more thou dost perceive, let me know more;
Matching thy inference. 'T'is not to make me jealous, | Sec on thy wife to observe : Leave me, lago.
To say--my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Iago. My lord, I take my leave.

(Going Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well;

Oth. Why did I marry ? This honest creature, doubt.
Where virtue is, these are more virtuous :
Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw

Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds.
The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt;

Iago. My lord, I would, I might entreat your honour For she had eyes, and chose me: No, lago;

To scan this thing no further ; leave it to time; I'll see, before I doubt ; when I doubt, prove ;

And though it be fit that Cassio have his place, And, on the proof, there is no more but this - (For, sure, he fills it up with great ability.) Away at once with love, or jealousy.

Yet, if you please to hold him off a while, lago, I am glad of this: for now I shall have reason You shall by that perceive him and his means : To show the love and duty that I bear you

Note, if your lady strain his entertainment
With franker spirit; therefore, as I am bound, With any strong or vehement opportunity;
Receive it from me :-1 speak not yet of proof.

Much will be seen in that. In the mean time,
Look to your wife ; observe her well with Cassio ; Let me be thought too busy in my fears,
Wear your eye-chus, not jealous, nor secure: (As worthy caose I have, to fear-I am,)
I would not have your free and noble nature, And liold her free, I do beseech your honour.
Out of self-bounty, be abus'd; look tot :

Oth. Fear not my government.
I know our country disposition well ;


I once more take my leave. [Erit. In Venice they do let heaven see the pranks

Oth. This fellow's of exceeding honesty, They dare not show their husbands; their best con And knows all qualities, with a learned spirit, science

Of buman dealings : If I do prove her haggard, Is-not to leave undone, but keep unknown.

Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings, Oth. Dost thou say so ?

I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind, Iago. She did deceive her father, marrying you ;

To prey at fortune. Haply, for I am black ;
And, when she seem'd to shake, and fear your looks, And have not those soft parts of conversation
She lov'd them most.

That chamberers have: or, for I am declinod
And so she did.

Into the vale of years ;-yet that's not much; lago.

Why, go to, then; She's gone; I am abus'd; and my relief
She that, so young, could give out such a seeming, Must be-to loath her. O curse of marriage,
To seel her father's eyes up, close as oak,-

That we can call these delicate creatures ours, He thought, 'twas witchcraft :-But I am much to And not their appeti:es! I had rather be a toad, blame;

And live upon the vapour ot'a dungeon, I humbly do beseech you of your pardon,

Than keep a corner in the thing I love, For too much loving you.

For others' uses. Yet, 'tis the plague of great ones; Oth.

I am bound to thee forever. Prerogativ'd are they less than the base ; lage. I see, this hath a little dash'd your spirits. 'Tis destiny unshunnable, like death ; Oth. Not a jot, not a jot.

Even then this forked plague is fated to us, lago.

Trust me, I fear it has. When we do quicken. Desdemona comes : I hope, you will consider, what is spoke

Enter Desdemona and Emilia. Comes from my love ;-But, I do see you are mov'd:- If she be false, , then heaven mocks itself!I am to pray you, not to strain my speech

I'll not believe it. To grosser issues, nor to larger reach,


How now, iny dear Othello?
Than to suspicion.

Your dinner, and the generous islanders
I will not.

By you invited, do attend your presence. lage. Should you do so, my lord,

Oth. I am to blame. My speech should fall into such vile success

Des. Why is your speech so faipt ? are you not As my thoughts aim not at. Cassio's my worthy well ? friend :

Oth. I have a pain upon my forehead here. My lord, I see you are mov'd :

Des. Faith, that's with watetuing; 'twill away again : Oth.

No, not much mor'd: Let me but bind it hard, within this hour I do not think but Desdemona's honeste

It will be well.

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Oih. Your napkin is too little ;

(He puts the handkerchief from him, and it drops. Let it alone. Come, I'll go in with you. Des. I am very sorry that you are not well.

[Exeunt Othello and Desdemona. Emil. I am glad I have found this papkin ; This was her first remembrance from the Moor: My wayward husband hath a hundred times Woo'd me to steal it: but she so loves the token, (For he conjur'd her, she should ever keep it) That she reserves it evermore about her, To kiss, and talk to. I'll have the work ta'en out, And give it lago! What he'll do with it, heaven knows, not I; I nothing, but to please his fantasy.

Enter lago. Jago. How now! what do you here alone? Emil. Do not you chide ; I have a thing for you. Iago. A thing for me?- It is a common thing. Emil. Ha ! Jago. To have a foolish wife,

Emil. O, is that all ? what will you give me now For that same handkerchief? Iago.

What handkerchief? Emil, What handkerchief? Why. that the Moor first gave to Desdemona ; That which so often yon did bid me steal.

lago. Hast stolen it from her?

Emil. No, faith ; she let it drop by negligence ;
And, to the advantage, 1, being here, took't up.
Look, here it is.

Iago. A good wench; give it me.
Emil. What will you do with it, that you have been

so earnest
To have me filch it.

Why, what's that you? [Snatching it. Emil, If it be not for some purpose of inport, Give it me again : Poor lady! she'll run firad, When she shall lack it.

lago. Be not you knowu oft: I have use for it. Go, leave me.

[Exit Emiña. I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin, And let him find it: Trifles, liglit as air, Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ. This may do something. The Moor already changes with my poison :Dangerous conccits are, in their natures, poisons, Which, at the first, are scarce found to distaste; But, with a little act upon the blood, Burn like the mines of sulphur.-I did say so:

Enter Othello. Look, where he comes! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday. Orh.

Ha! ha! false to me? To me?

lago. Why, how now, general? no more of that. Oth. Avaunt! be gone! thou hast set me ou the

rack :-
I swear, 'tis better to be much abusid,
Than but to know a liule.

How now, my lord?
Oth. What seose had I of her stolen lours of lust?
I saw it not, thought it not, it harm'd not me:
I slpt the next night well, was fiee and merry;
I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips:
He that is robb’d, not wanting what is stolen,
In't him not know it, and he's not robb'd at all.

lago. I am sorry to hear this.

Oih. I had been happy, if the general camp, Pioneers and all, had tasted her sweet body, So I had nothing known: O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind! Farewell content: Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue! O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trung, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, Tlie royal banner; and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone!

lago. Is it possible? My lord,

Oth. Villain, be sure thou prove iny love a whore Be sure of it ; give me the ocular proof;

[Taking him by the therm Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul, Thou hadst been better have been born a dog, Than answer my wakd wrath. Iago.

Is it come to this? Oth. Make me to see it; or (at the least) so provek That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop, To hang a doubt on : or, woe upon thy life!

lago. My noble lord

Oth. If thou dost slander her, and torture int,
Never pray niore : abandon all remorse;
On horror's head horrors aceumulate:
Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz'd,
For nothing canst thou to damnation add,
Greater than that.

lago. O grace! O bearen defend nie?
Are you a man? have you a soul, or sense?-
God be wi' you; take mine office.-O vreteled fast
That liv'st to make thine honesty a vice!
O monstrous world! Take note, take note, O werit
To be direct and honest, is not safe.-
I thank you for this profit; and, from henee,
I'll love no friend, since love breeds such offenco

Oth. Nay, siay:- Thou should'st be honest.

Iago. I should be wise ; for honesty's a fool,
And loses that it works for.

By the world,
I think my wife be honest, and think she is not
I think that thou art just, and think thou art til:
I'll have some proof: Her name, that was as fresda
As Dian's visage, is now begrim'd and black
As mine own face.-If there be cords, or kuives,
Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams,
I'll not endure it. Would, I were satisfied!

lago. I see, sir, you are caten up with passion
I do repent me, that I put it to you.
You would be satisfied ?

Would? nay, I will
logo. And may: But, how? bow satisfied, my lund!
Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on?
Behold her tuppa ?

Death and damnation! O! lago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think, To bring them to that prospect : Damn them uca If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster, More than their own! What then? how then? What shall I say? Where's satisfaction ? It is impossible, you should see this, Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys, As salt as wolves in pride, and fouls as gross As ignorance made drunk. But yet, I say, If imputation, and strong circumstances, Which lead directly 19 the door of truth,

Will give you satisfaction, you may have it.

And will upon the instant put thee to't : Oth. Give me a living reason she's disloyal.

Within these three days let me bear thee say, Tago. I do not like the office:

That Cassio's not alive. Bat, sith I am enter'd in this cause so far,

Ingo. My friend is dead ; 'tis done, at your request : Prick'd to it by foolish bonesty and love,

But, let her live. I will go on. I lay with Cassio lately;

Oth. Damn her, lewd minx! O, damn her! And, bring troybied with a raging tooth,

Corne, go with me apart; I will withdraw, I could not sleep.

Tu furnish me with some swift means of death There are a kind of men so loose of soul,

For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant. That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs ;

Iago. I am your own forever.

[Exeunt. One of this kind is Cassio : Io sleep I heard him say, -Sweet Desdemona,

SCENE IY-The same. Enter Desdemuna, Einilia, Let us be wary, let us hide our loves !

and Clown. And then, sir, would he gripe, and wring my hand,

Des. Do you know, sirral, where lieutenant Cassio Cry,-0, sweet creature and then kiss me hard,

lies? As if he pluck'd up kisses by the mots,

Clown. I dare not say, lie lies any where. That grew upon my lips : then laid his leg

Des. Why, man? Over my thigh, and sigh’d, and kiss'd; and then Clown. He is a soldier; and for me to say a soldier Criod,--Cursed fate! that gave thee to the Mour! lies, is stabbing. Oth, Onionstrous ! monstrous !

Des. Go to ; where lodges he? Iago.

Nay, this was but his dream. Clown. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you Oth. But this denoted a foregone conclusion ; where I lie. 'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream.

Des. Can any thing be made of this ? lago. And this may help to thicken other proofs, Clown. I know not where he louges ; and for me to That do demonstrate Linly.

devise a lodging, and say-he lies here, or he lies there, Orh.

I'll tear her all to pieces. were to lie in my own throat. lago. Nay, but be wise: yet we see nothing done ; Des. Can you inquire him out, and be edified by She may be honest yet. Tell me but this. report? Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief,

Clown. I will catecsize the world for him; that is, Sported with strawberries, in your wife's band ? make questions, and by them answer. Oth. I gave her such a one; 'twas my first gift. Des, Seek hiin, bid him come hither: tell him, I

lego. I know not that: but such a handkerchief, have moved my lord in his behalf, and hope, all will (I am sure it was your wife's.) did I today

be well. See Cassio wipe his beard with.

Clown. To do this, is within the compass of man's Oth.

If it be that, wit; and therefore I will attempt the doing it. (Exit. lago. If it be that, or any that was liers,

Des. Where should I lose that handkerebiet, Emilia? It speaks against her with the other proofs.

Emil. I know not, madam. Oth. O, that the slave had forty thousand lives; Des. Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse One is too poor, too weak for my revenge!

Full of cruzadoes. And, but my noble Moor Now do I see 'tis true.-Look here, lago;

Is true of mind, and made of no such baseness All my fond love thus I do blow to hearen:

As jealous creatures are, it were enough "Tis gone."

To put him to ill thinking. Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell !


Is he not jealous : Yield up. O love, thy crown, and hearted throne, Des. Who, lie? I think, the sun, where he was born, To tyrannous hate! swell, bosoin, with thy fraught, Drew all such humours from him. For 'tis of aspics' tongues !


Look, where he comes. Tayo. Pray, be content.

Des. I will not leave him now, till Cassio Oth. O, blood, lago, blood !

Be ca!I'd to him.-How is't with you, my lord ? laga. Patience, I say; your mind, perhaps, may

Enter Othello. change. Oth. Never, Iago. Like to the Pontie sea,

Oth, Well, is good lady :-[ Aside.] O, hardness to Whose iey current and compulsive course

dissemble ! Ne'er fecis retiring ebb, but keeps due on

How do you, Desdemona To the Propontic, and the Hellespont;


Well, my good lord. Even su my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Oth. Give me your hand : This hand is moist, my Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, Till that a capable and wide revenge

Dez. It yet has felt no age, nor knowo no sorrow. Swallow them up.-Now, by yond' marble heaven, Oth. This argues fruitfulness, and liberal heart ;In the dae reverence of a sacred vow [Kneels. Hot, hot, and moist: This band of yours requires I here engage my words.

A sequester fros, liberty, fasting and prayer, lago.

Do nos rise yet. [Kneels Much castigation, exercise de vout: Witness, you ever-burning lights above !

For bert's a young anul sweating devil here, You elements that clip us round about !

That commonly rebels. 'l'is a goud hand, Witness, that here lago doth give up

I trunk one.
The execution of his wit, bands, beurt,

Des. You may, indecil, say so;
To wrongi Othello's service! let him commanel, For 'twas that land that gave nway my heart,
And 10 ebey shall be in me remorse,

Oth. A liberal band: The hearts of old, gave hands; What bloody work soever.

But our new heraldry is-hands, not hearts.
I greet thy love,

Des. I cannot speak of this. Come, now your promNot with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounteous,


you ?

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Oin, What promise, chuck ?

And, lo, the happiness! go and importune bar. Des. I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you. Des. How now, good Cassio ? what's the news with

Othe I have a salt and sullen rheum otiends me; Lend me thy handkerchief.

Cas. Madam, my former suit : I do beseech you, Des. Here, my lord.

That, by your virtuous means, I may again Oth. That which I gave you.

Exist, and be a member of his love, Des.

I lave it not about me. Whom I, with all the duty of my heart, Oth. Not?

Entirely honour ; I would not be dilay'd : Des. No, indeed, my lord.

If my offence be of such mortal kind, Oll.

That is a fault: That neither service past, nor present sorrow, That handkerchief

Nor purposed merit in futurity, Did an Egyptian to my mother give ;

Can ransome me into his love again; She was a charmer, and could almost read

But to know so must be my benefit ; 'The thoughts of people : she told her, while she kept it, So shall I clothe me in a fore'd content; 'Twould make her amiable, and subdue my father And shut myself up in some other course, Entirely to her love; but if she last it,

To fortune's alms. Or made a gift of it, my father's eye


Alas! thrice-gentle Castie, Should hold her loathly, and his spirits should hunt My advocation is not now in tune ; After new fancies: She, dying, gave it me;

My lord is not my lord ; nor should I know him. And bid me, when my fate would have me vive, Were he in favour, as in humour, alter d. To give it her. I did so : and take heed of 't, So help me, every spirit sanctified, Make it a darling like your precious eye;

As I have spoken for you all my best ; To lose or give't away, were such perdition,

And stood within the blank of his displeasure, As nothing else could match,

For my free speech! You must a while be patient : Des. Is it possible?

What I can do, I will; and more I will, Oth. 'Tis true: there's magic in the web of it: Than for myself I dare: let that suffice you. A sibyl, that had number'd in the world

Iago. Is my lord angry? The sun to make two hundred compasses,

· Emil.

He went hence but not In ker prophetic fury sew'd the work :

And, certainly, in strange unquietness. Tize worins were liallow'd that did breed the silk;

Iago. Can be be angry? I have seen the eannos, And it was died in mummy, which the skilful When it hath blown his ranks into ile sir, Conserv'd of maideus' hearts.

And, like the devil, from his very arm Des.

Indeed ! is't true? Puff d his own brother ;-And can he be angry? Otti, Most veritable; therefore look to't well.

Something of moment, then : I will go meet him; Des. Then would to heaven, that I had never seen it. There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry. O.. Ha! wherefore?

Des. I pr‘ythee, do 50.-Something. sre, of state, Des. Why do you speak so startingly and rash? Either from Venice; or some unhatch'd practice, Otk. Is't lost? is't gone? speak, is it out of the way? Made demonstrable here in Cyprus to bimDes. Heaven bless us !

Hath puddled his clear spirit : and, in such axes, Oih. Say you?

Men's natures wrangle with inferior ching, Des. It is not lost ; But what an if it were ?

Though grent ones are their object. 'Tis even s. Otk. Ha !

For let our finger ache, Des. I say it is not lost.

And it endues our other healthful members Ork.

Fetch't, let me see it. Even to that sense of pain. Nay, we must think. Dcs. Why, so I can, sir, but I will not now; Me'n are not gods ; This is a trick, to put me from my suit;

Nor of them look for such observances I pray, let Cassio be receivd again.

As fit the bridal.-Beskrew me mach, Emilia, Oth, Petch me that handkerchief: my mind misgives. I was (unhandsome warrior as I arn.) Des. Come, cone;

Arraigning his unkindness with my soul ; Tou'll never meet a more sufficient man.

But now I find, I had suboru'd the witness, 0:l. Tlac handkerchief, —

And he's indited falsely.
pray, talk mc of Cassio.

Emil. Pray heaven, it be state-matters, as yea thias Oth. The handkerchief,–

And no conception, nor no jealous toy Des.

A man that, all his time, Concerning you. Plath founded his good fortune on your love;

Des. Alas, the day! I never gave him close. Shard dangers with you ;

Emil. But jealous souls will not be answerd so; Oh.

The handkerchief, — || They are not ever jealous for the cause, Des. In sooth,

But jealous for they are jealous : 'tis a monster, You are to blaine.

Begot upon itself, born on itself,
[Exit O:hello.

Des. Heaven keep that morsfer from Othello'vain
Is not this man jealous?

Emil. Lady, amen! Des. I ne er saw this before,

Des. I will go seek him.-Cassio, walk bereabout: Sure, there's some wonder in this handkerchief:

If I do find him fit, l'il more your suit, I am most unhappy in the loss of it.

And seek to effect it to my uttermost. Emil. 'Tis not a year or two shows us a man:

Cas. I bumbly thank your ladyship. They are all but stomachs, and we all but foud;

[Exeunt Desdemona end Eeviis. They eat us hungerly, and when they are full,

Enter Bianca. They bwlch us. Look you! Cassio, and my husband. Bian. Save yon, friend Cassio ! Enter Iago and Cassio.


What make you from bewe laga. There is no other way; 'uis she must du't; Ilow is it with you, my most fair Bianca?

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