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Bian. And I was going to your lodging, Cassio. What! keep a week away? seven days and nights ? Eight score eight hours ? and lovers' absent hours, More tedious than the dial eight score times ? O weary reckoning !
Cas. Pardon me, Bianca; I have this while with leaden thoughts been press'd ; But I shall, in a more continuate time, Strike off this score of absence. Sweet Bianca,
[Giving her Desdemona's handkerchief. Take me this work out.
Bian. O, Cassio, whence came this? This is some token from a newer friend. To the felt absence now I feel a cause : Is it come to this? Well, well.
Cas. Woman, go to!
in the devil's teeth,
Bian. Why, whose is it?
Cas. I know not, sweet: I found it in
Bian. Leave you ! wherefore?
Cas. I do attend here on the general;
Bian. Why, I pray you?
Bian. But that
do not love me.
if I shall see you soon at night.
SCENE I.-The sami.
Enter OTHELLO and Iago.
Oth. An unauthoriz'd kiss.
Iago. Or to be naked with her friend abed, An hour, or more, not meaning any harm?
Oth. Naked abed, lago, and not mean harm? It is hypocrisy against the devil: They that mean virtuously, and yet do so, The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt heaven.
Iago. So they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip: But if I give my wife a handkerchief,
Oth. What then?
Iago. Why, then 'tis hers, my lord; and, being hers, She
may, I think, bestow't on any man. Oth. She is protectress of her honour too; May she give that?
Iago. Her honour is an essence that's not seen; They have it very oft, that have it not: But, for the handkerchief, Oth. By heaven, I would most gladly have forgot
Thou said'st,-0, it comes o'er my memory,
Iago. Ay, what of that?
Oth. Hath he said any thing?
Iago. He hath, my lord; but be you well assurd, No more than he'll unswear.
Oth. What hath he said?
Oth. Lie with her! lie on her !-We say, lie on her, when they belie her: Lie with her! that's fulsome.Handkerchief, --confessions,-handkerchief.-To confess, and be hanged for his labour.–First, to be hanged, and then to confess :-1 tremble at it. Nature would not invest herself in such shadowing passion, without some instruction. It is not words, that shake me thus :
- Pish!-Noses, ears, and lips :—Is it possible?--Confess!-Handkerchief !-O devil !- [Falls in a trance.
Iago. Work on, My medicine, work! Thus credulous fools are caught;
And many worthy and chaste dames, even thus,
Cas. What is the matter?
lago. My lord is fallen into an epilepsy; This is his second fit; he had one yesterday.
Cas. Rub him about the temples.
Iago. No, forbear:
[Erit Cassio. How is it, general ? have you not hurt your head?
Oth. Dost thou mock me?
Iago. I mock you ! no, by heaven: 'Would, you would bear
fortunes like a man. Oth. A horned man's a monster, and a beast.
Iago. There's many a beast then in a populous city, And many a civil monster.
Oth. Did he confess it?
Iago. Good sir, be a man; Think, every bearded fellow, that's but yok’d, May draw with you: there's millions now alive, That nightly lie in those unproper beds, Which they dare swear peculiar; your case is better. O, 'tis the spite of hell, the fiend's arch-mock, To lip a wanton in a secure couch,