With Caffio's fuit: therefore be merry, Caffio

For thy foliciter fhall rather die,

Than give thy caufe away.

SCENE IV. Enter Othello and Iago at diftance.

Emil. Madam, here comes my Lord.

Caf. Madam, I'll take my leave.

Def. Why, ftay and hear me ípeak.

Caf. Madam, not now; I'm very ill at ease,

Unfit for mine own purposes.

Def. Well, do your difcretion.

Iago. Hah! I like not that.

Oth. What doit thou fay?

[Exit Caffio.

Jago. Nothing, my Lord; or if I know not what. Oth. Was not that Caffio parted from my wife? Iago. Caffio, my Lord?- no, fure, I cannot think it, That he would fteal away fo guilty-like,

Seeing you coming.

Oth. I believe 'twas he.

Def How now, my Lord?

1 have been talking with a fuitor here,
A man that languishes in your difpleasure.

Oth. Who is't you mean?

Def. Why, your Lieutenant Caffio. Good my Lord, If I have any grace, or power to move you,

His prefent reconciliation take.

For if he be not one that truly loves you,
That errs in ignorance, and not in cunning *,
I have no judgment in an honeft face.

I pr'ythee call him back.

Oth. Went he hence now!
Def. I, footh, fo humbled,

That he hath left part of his grief with me,
To fuffer with him. Good love, call him back.
Oth. Not now, fweet Deidemona; fome other time.
Def But fhall't be fhortly?

Oth. The fooner, fweet, for you.
Def. Shall't be to'right at fupper?
Oth. Not to'night

Def To-morrow dinner then?
Oth. I fhall not dine at home:

* cunning, for defign, or purpose simply.

I meet the captain's at the citadel.

Def. Why then to-morrow night, or Tuesday morn, Or Tuesday noon, or night, or Wednesday morn, I pr'ythee, name the time; but let it not Exceed three days; in faith, he's penitent: And yet his trespass, in our common reafon, (Save, that they fay, the wars must make examples Out of their best), is not almost a fault

T' incur a private check.

Tell me, Othello.

When fhall he come?

I wonder in my foul,

What you would ask me, that I would deny,

Or stand fo mutt'ring on? What? Michael Caffio!-
That came a-wooing with you, and many a time,
When I have spoke of you difpraisingly,

Hath ta'en your part, to have fo much to do
To bring him in? trust me, I could do much

Oth. Pr'ythee, no more; let him come when he will, I will deny thee nothing.

Def. Why, this is not a boon:

'Tis as I thould intreat you wear your cloaths,
Or feed on nourishing meats, or keep you warm;
Or fue to you, to do peculiar profit

To your own perfon. Nay, when I have fuit,
Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed,
It fhall be full of poize and difficulty,
And fearful to be granted.

Oth. I will deny thee nothing.

Whereon I do befeech thee, grant me this,
To leave me but a little to myself.

Def. Shall I deny you? no: farewel, my Lord.
Oth. Farewel, my Desdemona, I'll come strait.
Def. Emilia, come: be as your fancies teach you;
Whate'er you be, I v obedient.
[Exeunt.

SCENE V. Manent Othello and Iago.

Oth. Excellent wretch!- Perdition catch my foul, "But I do love thee; and when I love thee not, "Chaos is come again.

"

Iago. My Noble Lord.

Oth. What doft thou fay, lago?

Iago Did Michael Caffio, when you woo'd my Lady, Know of your love?

Oth.

Oth. He did from first to laft: why dost thou ask? lago. But for a fatisfaction of my thought, No farther harm.

Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago?

Iago. I did not think he'd been acquainted with it. Oth. Oh, yes, and went between us very oft.

Iago. Indeed!

Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed. Discern'st thou aught in Is he not honeft?

Iago. Honeft, my Lord?

Oth. Honeft? ay honest.

Lago. My Lord, for aught I know.

Oth. What doft thou think!

laga. Think, my Lord!

[that?

Oth. Think, my Lord! why, by heav'n, thou echo't
As if there were fome monster in thy thought, [me;
Too hideous to be fhewn. Thou doft mean fomething:
I heard thee fay but now, thou lik'ft not that.--
When Caffio left my wife. What didft not like?
And when I told thee, he was of my counsel,

In my
whole courfe of wooing; thou cry'dit, Indeed!
And didit contract and purse thy brow together,
As if thou then hadit shut up in thy brain

Some horrible conceit. If thou doít love me,
Shew me thy thought.

Iago. My Lord, you know I love you.

Oth. I think thou doft.

"And for I know thou art full of love and honefty, "And weigh'ft thy words before thou giv'ft them breath, "Therefore thefe ftops of thine fright me the more: "For fuch things in a false disloyal knave,

"Are tricks of custom; but, in a man that's juft, They're cold dilations working from the heart, That pallion cannot rule.

Iago. For Michael Caffio,

I dare be fworn, i think, that he is honeft.
Oth. I think fo too.

Jago. Men thould be what they feem;

Or, thofe that be not. 'would they might feem knaves! Oth. Certain, men fhould be what they feem.

lago. Why, then I think Caffio's an honeft man. Oih. Nay, yet there's more in this;

I pray thee speak to me as to thy thinkings,

As thou dost ruminate; and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words.

Iago. Good my Lord, pardon me.
Tho I am bound to every act of duty,

I am not bound to that all flaves are free to;
Utter my thoughts! Why, fay, they're vile and false;
As where's that palace, whereinto foul things
Sometimes intrude not? who has a breast so pure,
But fome uncleanly apprehenfions

Keep leets and law-days, and in feffions fit

With meditations lawful?

Oth. Thou doft confpire against thy friend, fago, If thou but think'ft him wrong'd, and mak'st his ear A franger to thy thoughts.

Iago. I do befeech you,

Think I, perchance, am vicious in my guefs,
(As, I confefs, it is my nature's plague
To fpy into abuse; and oft my jealousy

Shapes faults that are not); I intreat you then,
From one that fo imperfectly conjecs,

Your wisdom would not build yourself a trouble
Out of my scattering and unfure obfervance :
It were not for your quiet, nor your good,
Nor for my manhood, honefty, and wisdom,
To let you know my thoughts.

Oth. What doft thou mean?

Jago. Good name in man and woman, dear Is the immediate jewel of their fouls.

my Lord,

Who fteals my purfe, fteals trash; 'tis fomething, no

thing;

'Twas mine, 'tis his; and has been flave to thousands: • But he that filches from me my good name,

Robs me of that which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.'

Oth. I'll know thy thoughts

Iago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand; Nor thall not, whilit 'tis in my cuftody.

Oth. Ha!

Iago. Oh, beware, my Lord, of jealousy; It is a green ey'd monfter, which doth mock The meat, it feeds on. That cuckold lives in blifs,

Who,

Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;
But, oh, what damned minutes tells he o'er,

Who doats, yet doubts; fufpects, yet ftrongly loves!
Oth. O milery!

lago. Poor and content, is rich and rich enough; But riches endless, is as poor as winter,

To him that ever fears he thall be poor.

Good heaven! the fouls of all my tribe defend
From jealoufy!

Oth. Why? why is this?

Think't thou I'd make a life of jealoufy?
To follow ftill the changes of the moon
With fresh fufpicions? No; to be once in doubt,
Is once to be refolv'd. Exchange me for a goat,
When I fhall turn the bufinefs of my foul

To fuch exfuffolate and blown furmifes,

Matching the inference *. 'Tis not to make me jealous,

To fay, my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,
Is free of fpeech, fings, plays, and dances well;
Where virtue is, thefe make more virtuous.
Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw
The falleft fear, or doubt of her revolt;

No, lago,

For fhe had eyes, and chofe me
I'll fee, before I doubt; when I doubt, prove;
And, on the proof, there is no more but this,
Away at once with love or jealousy,.

Iago. I'm glad of this; for now I fhall have reason
To thew the love and duty that I bear you
With franker spirit. Therefore, as I'm bound,
Receive it from me. I speak not yet of proof.
Look to your wife, obferve her well with Caffio;
Wear your eye, thus; not jealous, nor fecure;
I would not have your free and noble nature
Out of felf-bounty + be abus'd; look to't.
I know our country difpofition well;

In Venice they do let heav'n fee the pranks

They dare not thew their husbands; their best confcience Is not to leav't undone, but keep't unknown.

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