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When we do quicken. Desdemona comes;
Enter Desdemona and Emilia.
If she be false, O, then heaven mocks itself!-
How now, my dear Othello?
Oth. I am to blame.
Your napkin is too little;
[Exeunt Oth. and Des. Emil. I am glad, I have found this napkin; 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 Iago: What he'll do with it, heaven knows, not I; I nothing, but to please his fantasy.
in with you.
Enter Iago. Iago. 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 ! Iago. 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 you did bid me steal.
Iago. Hast stolen it from her?
Emil. No, faith; she let it drop by negligence; And, to the advantage, I, being here, took’t up.
. Look, here it is.
Iago. A good wench; give it me.
been so earnest
it. Go, leave me.
[Erit Emilia, I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin, And let him find it: Trifles, light as air,
Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong
Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandra
Ha! ha! false to me? To me?
Iago. Why, how now, general? no more of that.
How now, my lord?
lust? I saw it not, thought it not, it harm'd not me: I slept the next night well, was free and merry; I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips: He that is robb’d, not wanting what is stolen, Let him not know it, and he's not robb’d at all.
Iago. I am sorry to hear this.
Oth. 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,
Iago. Is it possible:-My lord, —
Oth. Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore; Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof;
[Taking him by the throat. Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul, Thou hadst been better have been born a dog, Than answer my wak'd wrath. Iago.
Is it come to this? Oth. Make me to see it; or (at the least) so
That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop,
Iago. My noble lord,
Oth. If thou dost slander her, and torture me, Never pray more: abandon all remorse; On horror's head horrors accumulate: Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz’d, For nothing canst thou to damnation add, Greater than that. Iago.
O grace! O heaven defend me! Are you a man? have you a soul, or sense?
God be wi' you; take mine office. wretched
fool, That liv'st to make thine honesty a vice!O monstrous world! Take note, take note, O world, To be direct and honest, is not safe.I thank you for this profit; and, from hence, I'll love no friend, since loye breeds such offence.
Oth. Nay, stay:--Thou should'st be honest.
Iago. I should be wise; for honesty's a fool,
By the world,
Iago. I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion: I do repent me, that I put it to you. You would be satisfied? Oth.
Would? nay, I will. Iago. And may: But, how? how satisfied, my
the supervisor, grossly gape on? Behold her tupp'd ? Oth.
Death and damnation! (! Iago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think, To bring them to that prospect: Damn them then, If ever mortabeyes do see them bolster, More than their own! What then? how then? What shall I say? Where's satisfaction?