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Cas. I humbly thank your ladyship.

[Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia.

Bian. Save you, friend Cassio !

What make you from home?
How is it with you, my most fair Bianca ?
I' faith, sweet love, I was coming to your house.

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!



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.

O Cassio, whence came this?
This is some token from a newer friend :
To the felt absence now I feel a cause :
Is 't come to this? Well, well.

Go to, woman!
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.

Why, whose is it?
Cas. 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 ?

Cas. I do attend here on the general;
And think it no addition, nor my wish,
To have him see me woman'd.

Why, I pray you?
Cas. Not that I love you not.

But that you do not love me.

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I pray you, bring me on the way à little;
And say if I shall see you soon at night.

Cas. '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 circumstanc'd.



SCENE I. Cyprus. Before the castle.

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Enter OTHELLO and Lago.
Iago. Will you think so ?(85)

Think so, Iago!

To kiss in private ?

An unauthoriz'd kiss.
Iago. Or to be naked with her friend in bed
An hour or more, not meaning any harm ?

Oth. Naked in bed, Iago, and not mean harm !
It is hypocrisy against the devil :
They that mean virtuously and yet


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 it :-
Thou said'st,-0, it comes o'er my memory,
As doth the raven o'er th' infected house,
Boding to all,-he had my handkerchief.

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Iago. Ay, what of that?

That's not so good now.(86)

If I had said I had seen him do you wrong?
Or heard him say, -as knaves be such abroad,
Who having, by their own importunate suit,
Or voluntary dotage of some mistress,
Convincèd or supplied them, cannot choose
But they must blab-

Hath he said any thing?
Iago. He hath, my lord; but be you well assurd,
No more than he'll unswear.

What hath he said ?
Jago. Faith, that he did I know not what he did.
Oth. What? what?
Iago. Lie-
Oth. With her ?

With her, on her; what you will. 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.-I 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’t 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,
All guiltless, meet reproach.—What, hol my lord !
My lord, I say ! Othello!

Enter Cassio.

How now, Cassio !
Cas. What's the matter?

Iago. My lord is fall’n into an epilepsy:
This is his second fit; he had one yesterday.

Cas. Rub him about the temples.

No, forbear;
The lethargy must have his quiet course :

If not, he foams at mouth, and by and by
Breaks out to savage madness. Look, he stirs :
Do you withdraw yourself a little while,
He will recover straight: when he is gone,
I would on great occasion speak with you.

[Erit Cassio. How is it, general ? have you not hurt your

head ?
Oth. Dost thou mock me?

I mock you! no, by heaven. Would you would bear your fortune like a man!

Oth. A hornèd 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?

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 sécure couch,
And to suppose her chaste !(87) No, let me know;
And knowing what I am, I know what she shall be.

Oth. O, thou art wise; 'tis certain.

Stand you awhile apart;
Confine yourself but in a patient list.
Whilst you were here o‘erwhelmed with your grief,
A passion most unfitting such a man,-
Cassio came hither: I shifted him away,
And laid good 'scuse upon your ecstasy ;
Bade him anon return, and here speak with me;
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 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 gesture. Marry, patience;
Or I shall say you're all in all in spleen, (88)
And nothing of a man.

Dost thou hear, Iago ?

I will be found most cunning in my patience ;
But—dost thou hear?-most bloody.

That's not amiss;
But yet keep time in all. Will

you withdraw ?

[Othello retires. Now will I question Cassio of Bianca, A housewife that, by selling her desires, Buys herself bread and clothes : it is a creature That dotes on Cassio, -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 : As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad; And his unbookish jealousy must construe Poor Cassio's smiles, gestures, and light behaviour, Quite in the wrong.

Re-enter Cassio.

How do you now, lieutenant? Cas. The worser that you give me the addition Whose want even kills me.

Iago. 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 !

Alas, poor caitiff!
Oth. [aside] Look, how he laughs already!
Iago. I never knew a woman love man so.
Cas. Alas, poor rogue! I think, i' faith, she loves me.
Oth. [aside] Now he denies it faintly, and laughs it out.
Iago. Do you hear, Cassio ?
Oth. [aside]

Now he importunes him
To tell it o'er :-go to; well said, well said.

Iago. She gives it out that you shall marry her:
Do you intend it?

Cas. Ha, ha, ha!
Oth. [aside] Do you triumph, Roman? do you triumph ?

Cas. I marry her!—what, a customer! Prithee, bear some charity to my wit; do not think it so unwholesome :ha, ha, ha!

Oth. [aside] So, so, so, so :—they laugh that win.

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