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Æmil. What handkerchief?
Iago. Hast Nolen it from her ?
Amil No; but she let it drop by negligence ; And, to th’advantage, I, being here, took't up. Look, here 'tis.
lago. A good wench, give it me.
Æmil. What will you do with’t, you have been fo To have me filch it?
[earnest lago. Why, what is that 10 you? [Snatching it.
Ænil. If't be not for some purpose of import, Give't me again. Poor lady! The'll run mad, When she shall lack it.
lago. Be not you known cn't : I have use for it. Go, leave me [Exit Æmilia. I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin, And let him find it. "Trifles light as air 16. Are to the jealous confirmations strong " As proofs of holy writ. This may do something. " The Moor already changes with my poisons : “ Dangerous conceits are in their nature poisons, 6. Which at the first are scarce found to distaste; " But, with a little act upon the blood, - Burn like the mines of sulphur.--I did fay fo.”
S CE NE VIII. Enter Othello.
Oth. Ha! false to me!
Oih.“ Avaunt! be gone! t'hou'st set me on the rack. * I swear 'tis better to be much abus'd, 6. Than but to know a little.
lago. How, my Lord?
Cih. " What sense had I of her stol'n hours or luit? - I saw't not, thought it not, it harm'd not mé; * I slept the next night well; was free and merry ; " I found not Caffio's kiffes on her lips. He that is robb'd, not wanting what is fcoin, Lehim it know't, and he's not robb’d at all.
lage. I am sorry to hear this.
(Pioneers and all) had tasted her sweet body,
Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! “ And, oh, you mortal engines, whose rude throats “ Th’immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, “ Farewel! Othello's occupation's gone?
lago. Is't possible, my Lord ?
Oth. Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore;
[Catching hold on him.
lago Is't come to this?
Oih. Make me to see't; or, at the least fo prove it,
lago. My Noble Lord.
Oth. If thou dost slander her, and torture me,
lago. Oh grace! oh heav'n defend me!
Oth. Nay, stay--thou should't be honest
lago. I thould be wise ; for honefty's a fool, And loses what it works for.
Oth.“ By the world, “ I think my wife is honeft; and think the is not ; " I think that thou art just, and think thou art not; " I'll have some proof. Her name, that was as fresh “ As Dian's visage, is now begrimm'd and black “ As my own face. If there be cords, or knives, “ Poison, or fire, or fuffocating streams, " I'll not endure't - Would I were satisfied !
łago. I fee, Sir, you are eaten up with passion; I do repent me that I put it to you. You would be satisfied ?
Oth, Would ? nay, and will. Iago. And may; but how? how fatisfied, my Lord ? Would you be supervisor, grossly gape on? Behold her tupp'd ?
Oth. Death and damnation ! oh?
lago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think,
01h. Give me a living * reason she's disloyal.
Tago. I do not like the office :
I lay with Callio lately,
* living, for fjeaking, naniff.
In sleep I heard him fay, Sweet Desdemona,
Oth. Oh monstrcus! oh monstrous !
lago. 'Tis a shrewd doubt, tho' it be but a dreim, And this may help to thicken other proofs, Trat do demonstrate thinly.
Oth. l'll tear her all to pieces.
lago. Nay, but be wise; yet we fee nothing done; She may be honest yet Tell me but this, Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief, Spotted with strawberries in your wife's hand ? Oth. I gave her fuch a one; 'twas my first gift.
lazo. I know not that; but such a handkerchief (I'm sure it was your wife's) did I to-day See Cassio wipe his beard with,
Qth. If it be that
lago. If it be that, or any, if 'twas her's, It speaks against her with the other proofs.
Cth. Oh that the Nirve had forty thousand lives! One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. • Now do I fee 'tis' time.- Look here, lago, «. All my fond love thus do I blow to hear'n.
or 'Tis gone;
“ Arise, black vengeance, from th’unhallow'd cell? Yield up, oh Love, thy crown and hearted throne To tyrannous Hate! fwell, bofom, with the fraught, For 'tis of afpics' tongues.
laga. Yel be content. Oth. Oh blood, blood, blood lago. Patience, I say; your mind, perhaps, may
change. Oth. Never, lago. Like the Pontic fea,
. Whose icy current and compulsive course con lufjun, for fae. X 3
Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on
Oth. I greet thy love, Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounteous, And will upon the instant put thee to’t : Within theie three days let me hear thee say, That Cassio's not alive.
lago. My friend is dead; 'Tis done at your request. But let her live.
Oth. Damn her, lewd minx ! oh, damn her, damn Come, go with me apart; I will withdraw [her; To furnish me with some swift means of death For the fair devil. Now art thou
Lieutenant. lago. I am your own for ever.
SCENE IX. Another apartment in the palace.
Enter Desdemona, Emilia, and Clown.
Clown. He's a soldier; and for me to say a soldier lyes, 'tis stabbing
Def. Go to; where lodges he?
Clown. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you where I lye. Def. Can any thing be made of this?