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Throw your vile guesses in the devil's teeth,
From whence you have them, You are jealous now,
That this is from some mistress, some remembrance !
No, in good troth, Bianca.

Bian. Why, whose is it?

Caf. I know not neither; I found it in my .chamber. I like the work well; ere it be demanded, As like enough it will, I'd have it copied : Take it, and do't, and leave me for this time.

Bian. Leave you? wherefore ?

Caf. I do attend here on the General,
And think it no addition, nor my wish,
To have him fee me woman'd.

Biail. Why, I pray you?
Cal Not that I love you not.

Bian. But that you do not love me;
I pray you bring me on the way a little ;
And lav, if I shall see you soon at night?

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

[Exeunt.

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ACTIV. S CE N E 1.

A court before the palace.

Enter Othello, and lago. lago. 7 Ill you think fo?

oth Think so, Iago? lag. What, to kiss in private? Oth. An unauthoris'd kiss ?

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

Oth. Naked in bed, lago, and not mean harm ?
It is hypocrisy against the devil:
They that mean virtuously, and yet do so,
The devil their virtue tempts not; they.tempt Heav'n.

lago. If they do nothing, 'tis a venial flip: But if I give my wife a handkerchief

Oth. What then ?
Iago. Why then, 'tis her's, my Lord; and being her's,

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She may, I think, bestow't on any man.

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

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

Oth.By Heav'n, I would most gladly have forgot it;
" Thou said'st, -oh, it comes o'er my memory,
“ As doth the raven o'er th' infected houle,
Boading to ill-

handkerchief.
lago. Ay, what of that?
Oik. That's not so good now.

lags. What if I said, l'ad seen him do you wrong?
Or heard him say, (as knaves be fuch abroad,
Who having by their own importunate fuit,
Or voluntary dotage of some mitress,
Convince'd or suppled them, they cannot chuse
But they must blab).

Oth. Hath he faid any thing?

lago. He hath my Lord; but be jou well assurd, No more than he'll uniwear.

Oth. What hath he said ?
lag). Why, that he did -I know not what he did
Oth. What? what?
lago. Lie
Oth. With her ?
lago. With her : on her - what

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will Oth. “ Lie with her ! lie on her ! lie with her; that's " fulsome: handkerchief --confeffions - handkerchief

-handkerchief ---to conters, and be hang'd 66 for his labour Firit, to be hang'd, and then

to confess! +] treinble at it. ---Nature would “.not invest herself in such thidowing without some 6 induction. It is not words that shake me thus

pish --noses, ears, and lips- is't possible !
56 confess! --handkerchief ! oh devil-

[Falls in a trance.
Iago. Work on,
My medicine, work! thus credulous fools are caught;
And many worthy and chalte dames even thus,

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

S CE N E II. Enter Caffio. How now, Callio ?

Caf What's the matter?

lago. My I.ord is fell into an epilepsy; This is the second fit; he had one yesterday.

Cal Rub him about the temples.

lago. No, forbear, The lethargy must have his quiet course; If not, he foams at mouth, and by and by Breaks out to favage ma:lness. Look, he stirs. Do you withdraw yourself a little while, He will recover straight; when he is gone, , I would on great occafion speak with you. [Exit Caffio. How is it, General ? have you not hurt your head ?

Oth. Dost thou mock me ?

lago. I mock you not, by Heav'n; Would you would bear your fortunes like a man.

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

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

Oth. Did he confess it?

lage. 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 those unproper * beds, Which they dare swear peculiar. Your case is better. Oh, '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 lift. Whilst you were here, o’erwhelmed with your grief, (A paflion most unsuiting such a man), Callio came hither. I thifted him away, And laid good 'fcuses on your ecstasy; Bade him anon return, and here speak with me; unproper, for csniman.

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The which he promis'd. Do but encave yourself,
And mark the flcers, 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 gefture. Marry, patience;
Or I shall fay, you're all in all in fpleen,
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.

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

[Othello withdraws.
Now will I question Caflio of Bianca,
A huswife, that, by selling her defires,
Buys herself bread and cloth. It is a creature
That doats on Caffio; as 'tis the strumpet's plague
To beguile many, and be beguil'd by one ;
He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain
From the excess of laughter.---Here he comes

SCENE III. Enter Callio.
As he shall smile, Othello shall

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mad ;
And his unbookish * jealousy must confrue
Poor Caffio's smiles, gestures, and light behaviour,
Quite in the wrong;

How do you now, Lieutenant :
Caf: The worse that you give me the addition,
Whore want even kills me.

lago. Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure on't : Now, if this suit lay in Bianca's power, [Speaking lower. How quickly should you speed ?

Caf: Alas, poor caitiff !
oib. Look how he laughs already. [Aide.
lago. I never knew a woman love man so.
Cas. Alas, poor rogue, I think indeed she loves me.
Oih. Now he denies it faintly, and laughs out.

[ Aside.
Iago. Do you hear Caffio ?
Oth. Now he importunes him
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To tell it o'er : go to, well said, well faid. [-Afiden lage. She gives it out that you

her. Do you intend it?

Caf. Ha, ha, ha,
Oih. Do you triumph, rogue ? do you triumph?

[-side. Caf. I marry her !—What? a customer? pr’ythee, bear some charity to my wit, do not think it so unwholsome. Ha, ha,

ha ! Oth. So, fo: they laugh that win. [&fide. lago. Why, the cry goes

that shall marry her. Caf. Prythee, say true. lago. I am a very villain else. Oth. Have you fcorid me? well.

[Afide. Caf. This is the monkey's own giving out: she is persuaded I will marry her out of her own love and fattery, not out of my promise. Oth. Iago beckons me : now he begins the kory,

[ Aside. Caf. She was here even now: She haụnts me in eve. ry place. I was the other day talking on the sea-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 gesture imports it.

[Afide. Caf. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me; so shakes, and pulls me. Ha, ha, ha!

Oth. Now he tells how she pluck'd him to my chamber : oh I see that nose of your's, but not that dog I thall throw it to.

[Aside. Caf. Well, I must leave her company. lage. Before me.! look where she comes.

SCENE VI. Enter Bianca. Caf. 'Tis such 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 same 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 should find it in your chamber, and know not who left it there.

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