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Cas. I humbly thank your ladyship.
[Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia.
What make you from home?
Bian. And I was going to your lodging, Cassio.
[Giving her Desdemona's handkerchief.
O Cassio, whence came this?
Go to, woman!
Why, whose is it?
Bian. Leave you! wherefore ?
Cas. I do attend here on the general;
Why, I pray you?
But that you do not love me.
I pray you, bring me on the way à little;
Cas. 'Tis but a little way that I can bring you ;
Bian. 'Tis very good; I must be circumstanc'd.
SCENE I. Cyprus. Before the castle.
Enter OTHELLO and Lago.
Think so, Iago!
An unauthoriz'd kiss.
Oth. Naked in bed, Iago, and not mean harm !
Iago. So they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip:
Oth. What then ?
Iago. Why, then, 'tis hers, my lord ; and, being hers,
Oth. She is protectress of her honour too:
Iago. Her honour is an essence that's not seen;
Oth. By heaven, I would most gladly have forgot it :-
Iago. Ay, what of that?
That's not so good now.(86)
Hath he said any thing?
What hath he said ?
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,
How now, Cassio !
Iago. My lord is fall’n into an epilepsy:
Cas. Rub him about the temples.
If not, he foams at mouth, and by and by
[Erit Cassio. How is it, general ? have you not hurt your
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.
Good sir, be a man ;
Oth. O, thou art wise; 'tis certain.
Stand you awhile apart;
Dost thou hear, Iago ?
I will be found most cunning in my patience ;
That's not amiss;
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.
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.
Alas, poor caitiff!
Now he importunes him
Iago. She gives it out that you shall marry her:
Cas. Ha, ha, ha!
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.