She shall undo her credit with the Moor. And out of her own goodness make the net Enter RODERIGO. How now, Roderigo? Rod. I do follow here in the chase, not like a hound that hunts, but one that fills up the cry. My money is almost spent; I have been to-night exceedingly well cudgel'd; I think, the issue will be-I shall have so much experience for my pains, as that comes to, and no money at all; and, with that wit, return to Venice. Iago. How poor are they, that have not patience!— What wound did ever heal, but by degrees? Thou know'st, we work by wit, and not by witchcraft; And wit depends on dilatory time. Does't not go well? Cassio hath beaten thee, And thou, by that small hurt, hast cashier'd Cassio: Two things are to be done, My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress; Myself the while, to draw the Moor apart, And bring him jump when he may Cassio find [Exit. ACT THE THIRD. SCENE I. All Cyprus. A Room in the Castle. Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, und Cassio. Des. Be thou assur'd, good Cassio, I will do my abilities in thy behalf. Emil. Good madam, do; I know it grieves my husband, As if the case were his. Des. O, that's an honest fellow.-Do not doubt, Cassio, But I will have my lord and you again As friendly as you were. Cas. Bounteous madam, Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio, Des. O, sir, I thank you: You do love my lord; Cas. Ay,-but lady, That policy may either last so long, Des. Do not doubt that; before Emilia here, To the last article: my lord shall never rest; With Cassio's suit: Therefore, be merry, Cassio; Than give thy cause away. Emil. Madam, here comes my lord. Des. Why, stay, and hear me speak. Cas. Madam, not now; I am very ill at ease, Unfit for mine own purposes. Enter OTHELLO and IAGO. Des. Well, do your discretion. [Exit CASSIO. Iago. Ha! I like not that. Oth. What dost thou say? Iago. Nothing my lord: or if I know not what. Oth. Was not that Cassio, parted from my wife? Iago. Cassio, my lord? No sure; I cannot think it, That he would steal away, so guilty-like, Seeing you coming. Oth. I do believe, 'twas he. Des. How now, my lord? I have been talking with a suitor here, Oth. Who is't you mean? Des. Why, your lieutenant Cassio. Good my lord, For, if he be not one that truly loves you, Oth. Went he hence now? Des.. Ay, sooth; so humbled, That he hath left part of his grief with me; I suffer with him :-Good love, call him back. Oth. The sooner, sweet, for you. Des. To-morrow dinner then? Des. Why then, to-morrow night; or Tuesday morn; Or Tuesday noon, or night; or Wednesday morn :— Exceed three days:-In faith, he's penitent :- Tell me, Othello.-I wonder, in my soul, What you could ask of me, that I should deny, Hath ta'en your part,-to have so much to do I will deny thee nothing. Des. Why, this is not a boon; 'Tis, as I should entreat you wear your gloves, To your own person: Nay, when I have a suit, And fearful to be granted. Oth. I will deny thee nothing: Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this, Des. Shall I deny you? no: Farewell, my lord. Oth. Farewell, my Desdemona; I'll come to thee straight. Des. Emilia, come :-Be't as your fancies teach [Exeunt EMILIA and DESDEMONA. Oth. Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again. Iago. My noble lord Oth. What dost thou say, Iago? Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my lady, Know of your love? Oth. He did, from first to last:-Why dost thou ask? Iago. But for the satisfaction of my thought; No further harm. Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago? Iago. I did not think, he had been acquainted with her. Oth. O, yes: and went between us very oft. Oth. Indeed?-Indeed :-Discern'st thou aught in that? Is he not honest ? Iago. Honest, my lord? Oth. Honest?—ay, honest. Iago. My lord, for aught I know. Oth. What dost thou think? Iago. Think, my lord? Oth. Think, my lord!— By Heaven, he echos me, As if there were some monster in his thought, Too hideous to be shown.-Thou dost mean something: |