All guiltlefs, meet reproach. What hoa my Lord! My Lord, I fay, Othello.

SCENE II. Enter Caffio.

How now, Caffio?

Caf What's the matter?

Iago. My Lord is fell into an epilepfy; This is the fecond fit; he had one yesterday. Caf Rub him about the temples.

lago. No, forbear,

The lethargy must have his quiet courfe;
If not, he foams at mouth, and by and by
Breaks out to favage madness. Look, he ftirs.
Do you withdraw yourself a little while,
He will recover ftraight; when he is gone,

I would on great occafion fpeak with you. [Exit Caffio.
How is it, General? have you not hurt
Oth. Doft thou mock me?

Iago. I mock you not, by Heav'n ;

your head?

Would you would bear your fortunes like a man.
Oth. A horned man's a monster, and a beast.

lago. There's many a beat then in a populous city, And many a civil monster.

Oth. Did he confefs it?

Iage. Good Sir, be a man:

Think, every bearded fellow that's but yok'd,
May draw with you. Millions are now alive,

That nightly lie in thofe unproper * beds,

Which they dare fwear peculiar. Your cafe is better. Oh, 'tis the fpight of hell, the fiend's arch-mock,

To lip a wanton in a fecure couch,

And to fuppofe her chafte. No, let me know,
And knowing what I am, I know what the fhall be,
Oth. Oh, thou art wife; 'tis certain.

Iago. Stand you a while apart,

Confine yourself but in a patient list.

Whilft you were here, o'erwhelmed with your grief,

(A paffion moft unfuiting such a man), Caffio came hither. I fhifted him away, And laid good 'fcufes on your ecftafy;

Bade him anon return, and here speak with me;

*

unproper, tor common.

The

The which he promis'd. Do but encave yourself,
And mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable scorns,
That dwell in every region of his face.

For 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 fay, but mark his gefture. Marry, patience;
Or I fhall fay, you're all in all in spleen,
And nothing of a man.

Oth Doft thou hear, Iago?

I will be found moft cunning in my patience;
But, doft thou hear? most bloody.

Iago. That's not amiís;

But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw?

[Othello withdraws.

Now will I queftion Caffio of Bianca,

A hufwife, that, by felling her defires,

Buys herself bread and cloth. It is a creature
That doats on Caffio; as 'tis the ftrumpet's plague
To beguile many, and be beguil'd by one;

He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain
From the excess of laughter.

SCENE III.

As he fhall fmile, Othello fhall

-Here he comes

Enter Caffio.

go

mad;

And his unbookish * jealousy must conflrue

Poor Caffio's fmiles, geftures, and light behaviour, How do you now, Lieutenant?

Quite in the wrong.

Caf The worfe that you give me the addition, Whofe want even kills me.

Iago. Ply Defdemona well, and you are fure on't: Now, if this fuit lay in Bianca's power, [Speaking lower. How quickly fhould you speed?

Caf. Alas, poor caitiff!

Oth. Look how he laughs already.

Iago. I never knew a woman love man fo.

[Afide.

Caf. Alas, poor rogue, I think indeed she loves me. Oth. Now he denies it faintly, and laughs out.

Iago. Do you hear Caffio?

Oth. Now he importunes him

[Afide!

unbookish, for ign:rant.

[Afide

To tell it o'er go to, well faid, well faid.
Iago. She gives it out that you fhall marry her.
Do you intend it?

Caf. Ha, ha, ha,

Oth. Do you triumph, rogue? do you triumph?

[Afide. Caf. I marry her!-What? a customer? pr'ythee, bear fome charity to my wit, do not think it so unwholfome. Ha, ha, ha!

Oth. So, fo: they laugh that win.

[Afide. Iago. Why, the cry goes that you fhall marry her. Caf. Pr'ythee, fay true.

lago. I am a very villain elfe.

Oth. Have you fcor'd me? well.

[Afide.

Caf. This is the monkey's own giving out: the is perfuaded I will marry her out of her own love and flattery, not out of my promife.

Oth. Iago beckons me: now he begins the story,

[Afide. Caf. She was here even now: She haunts me in every place. I was the other day talking on the fea-bank with certain Venetians, and thither comes the bauble, and falls me thus about my neck

Oth. Crying, Oh dear Caffio, as it were: his gefture imports it. [Afide. Caf. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me; fo fhakes, and pulls me. Ha, ha, ha!

Oth. Now he tells how the pluck'd him to my chamber: oh I fee that nofe of your's, but not that dog I fhall throw it to.

Caf. Well, I muft leave her company.

lago. Before me! look where she comes.

SCENE VI. Enter Bianca.

[Afide,

Caf. 'Tis fuch another fitchew! marry, a perfum'd

What do you mean by this haunting of me?

Bian. Let the devil and his dam haunt you! what did you mean by that fame handkerchief you gave me even now? I was a fine fool to take it: I must take out the work? A likely piece of work, that you fhould find it in your chamber, and know not who left it there.

This is fome minx's token, and I must take out the work? there - give it your hobby-horse: wherefoever you had it, I'll take out no work on't. Caf. How now, my fweet Bianca! how now? how now?

Oth. By Heaven, that fhould be my handkerchief.

[Afide. Bian. If you'll come to fupper to-night, you may; if you will not, come when you are next prepar'd for.

Iago. After her, after her.

Caf. I muit, fhe'll rail in the ftreets else.

lago. Will you fup there?

Caf. Yes, I intend fo.

[Exit.

lago. Well, I may chance to fee you; for I would

Oth. How fhall I murther him, Iago?

Iago. Did you perceive how he laugh'd at his vice?

Oth. Oh, lago!

lago. And did you fee the handkerchief!

Oth. Was that mine?

Iago. Your's, by this hand: and to see how he prizes

the foolish woman your wife

and he hath given it his whore.

She gave it him,

Oth I would have him nine years a-killing

A fine woman! a fair woman! a fweet woman!
Iago. Nay you must forget that.

Oth. Ay, let her rot and perifh, and be damn'd tonight; for the fhall not live. No, my heart is turn'd to stone: I strike it, and it hurts my hand -Oh, the world hath not a fweeter creature. She might lie by an Emperor's fide, and command him tafks.

Iago. Nay, that's not your way.

Oth. Hang her, I do but fay what fhe is-fo delieate with her needle. An admirable musician. Oh, the will fing the favageness out of a bear of fo high and plenteous wit and invention !

Tago. She's the worfe for all this.

Y 3

Oth.

Oth. Oh, a thoufand, a thousand times:

And then of fo gentle condition!

Iago. Ay, too gentle

Oth. Nay, that's certain.

But yet the pity of it, Iago-Oh, Iago, the pity of it, lago

Iago. If you are fo fond over her iniquity, give her patent to offend; for if it touch not you, it comes near no body.

Oth. I will chop her into meffes: cuckold me !
Iago. Oh, 'tis foul in her.

Oth. With mine officer !
Iago. That's fouler.

Oth. Get me fome poifon, Iago, this night; I'll not expoftulate with her, left her body and her beauty unprovide my mind again; this night, lago.

Iago. Do it not with poison, ftrangle her in her bed, Even in the bed fhe hath contaminated.

Oth Good, good:

The juftice of it pleases; very good.

Iago. And for Caffio, let me be his undertaker; You fhall hear more by midnight. [A trumpet within. Oth. Excellent good. What trumpet is that fame ? Iago. Something from Venice, fure. 'Tis Lodovico Come from the Duke; and, fee, your wife is with him.

Enter Lodovico, Defdemona, and Attendants, from the palace.

Lod. Save you, worthy General.

Oth. With all my heart, Sir.

Lod. The Duke and the Senators of Venice greet

you. [Gives him a letter. Oth. I kifs the inftrument of their pleasures..

Def. And what's the news, good coufin Lodovico ? Iago I am very glad to fee you, Signior. Welcome to Cyprus.

Lod. I thank you. How does Lieutenant Caffio?
Iago. Lives, Sir.

Def. Coufin, there's fall'n between him and my
An unkind breach: but you shall make all well.

Lord

Oth.