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I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind, To prey at fortune.? Haply, for I am black, And have not those soft parts of conversation That chamberers have ; - or, for I am declin'd Into the vale of years, — yet that's not much ; She's

gone; I am abus'd; and my relief Must be to loathe her. O, curse of marriage ! That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad, And live upon the vapour of a dungeon, Than keep a corner in the thing I love, For others' uses. Yet, 'tis the plague of great ones; Prerogativ'd are they less than the base; 'Tis destiny unshunnable, like death : Even then this forked plague is fated to us, When we do quicken. Desdemona comes :



26 Jesses are short straps of leather tied about the foot of a hawk, by which she is held on the fist. .-" The falconers always let fly the hawk against the wind ; if she flies with the wind behind her, she seldom returns. If therefore a hawk was for any reason to be dismissed, she was let down the wind, and from that time shifted for herself and preyed at fortune.” This was told to Dr. Johnson by Mr. Clark. So in Dryden's Annus Mirabilis :

“ Have you not seen, when, whistled from the fist,

Some falcon stoops at what her eye design'd,
And, with her eagerness the quarry missid,

Straight flies at check, and clips it down the wind ?27 Men of intrigue. Chambering and wantonness are mentioned together in the Scriptures. 28 One of Sir John Harington's Epigrams will illustrate this :

" Actæon guiltless unawares espying

Naked Diana bathing in her bowre
Was plagued with HORNES; his dogs did him devoure;
Wherefore take heed, ye that are curious, prying,
With some such forked plague you be not smitten,

And in your foreheads see your faults be written." 29 That is, when we begin to live. - In what follows, the folio reads, “ Look, where she comes : If she be false, heaven mock'd itself.” Both quartos have it as in the text.

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If she be false, O, then heaven mocks itself!-
I'll not believe't.

How now, my dear Othello!
Your dinner, and the generous

islanders By you invited, do attend your presence.

Oth. I am to blame.
Des. Why is your speech so faint ? 3 are you not

well ? Oth. I have a pain upon my forehead here. Des. 'Faith, that's with watching ; 'twill away

again :
Let me but bind it hard, within this hour
It will be well.

Your napkin is too little :
[He puts the Napkin from him, and it drops.
Let it alone. Come, I'll go in with you.
Des. I am very sorry that you are not well.

[Exeunt Oth. and Des. Emil. I am glad I have found this napkin. This was her first remembrance from the Moor: My wayward husband hath a hundred times Woo'd me to steal it; 32 but she so loves the token,



30 Thus both the quartos; the folio, “Why do you speak so faintly ?"

31 In the north of England this term for a handkerchief is still used. The word occurs in Macbeth, Julius Cæsar, and other of these plays.

32 Of course hundred is here used for an indefinite number; still it shows that the unity of time is much less observed in this play than some have supposed. The play indeed seldom gives any note of the lapse of time, save by inference, as in the case before us. Thus far, only one night, since that of the marriage, has been expressly accounted for; and this was the night when the nuptials were celebrated, and Cassio cashiered; though several must have passed during the sea-voyage. From Iago's soliloquy at the close of Act i., it is clear he had his plot even then so far

(For he conjur'd her she should ever keep it,)
That she reserves it evermore about her,
To kiss, and talk to. I'll have the work ta'en out,33
And give 't Iago :
What he'll do with it, Heaven knows, not I;
I nothing, but to please his fantasy.

Enter Iago. Iago. How now! what do you here alone ? Emil. Do not you chide ; I have a thing for you. Iago. A thing for me?—it is a common thing, – Emil. Ha ! Iago. To have a foolish wife.

Emil. O! is that all? What will you give me now For that same handkerchief ? Iago.

What handkerchief? Emil. What handkerchief! Why, that the Moor first gave to Desdemona; That which so often you did bid me steal.

Iago. Hast stolen it from her ?

Emil. No, 'faith ; she let it drop by negligence; And, to th' advantage, I, being here, took't up. Look, here it is. Iago.

A good wench; give it me. Emil. What will you do with't, that you have

been so earnest To have me filch it ?

matured, that he might often woo his wife to steal the handkerchief while at sea. Moreover, we may well enough suppose a considerable interval of time between the first and third scenes of the present Act; since Cassio may not have had the interview with Desdemona immediately after be engaged Emilia to solicit it for bim.

H. 33 That is, copied. Her first thoughts are to have a copy made of it for her husband, and restore the original to Desdemona; but the sudden coming in of Iago, in a surly humour, makes her alter her resolution, to please him.



Why, what's that to you?

[Snatching it. Emil. If it be not for some purpose of import, Give't me again : Poor lady! she'll run mad, When she shall lack it.

Iago. Be not acknown on't ; I have use for it. Go, leave me. —

[Exit EMILIA. I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin, And let him find it: trifles, light as air, Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ. This may do something. The Moor already changes with my poison : Dangerous conceits are in their natūres poisons, 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 say so;


Re-enter OTHELLO.
Look, where he comes ! 3 Not poppy, nor man-

Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
Which thou ow'dst yesterday.36


34 The folio and the quarto of 1630 have acknown ; the other quarto reads, “ Be not you known on't.The word occurs in Harrington's Life of Ariosto, 1607: “Some say he was married to her privilie, but durst not be acknown of it.” Of course the meaning in the text is, “ do not acknowledge it.” — The seventh line of this speech, “ The Moor already changes with my poison,” is not in the first quarto. Both the other old copies have it.

35 That is, I knew the least touch of such a passion would not permit the Moor a moment of repose :- I have just said that jealousy is a restless commotion of the mind; and Jook, where Othello approaches, to confirm my observation. — STEEVENS.

36 The mandrake has a soporific quality, and the ancients used it when they wanted an opiate of the most powerful kind. See Antony and Cleopatra, Act i. sc. 5, note 1. -- Ow'dst for own'dst ; an usage constantly occurring in old writers.

Oth. Ha! ha! false to me, to me? 37
Iago. Why, how now, general! no more of that
Oth. Avaunt! be gone! thou hast set me on the

I swear, 'tis better to be much abus’d,
Than but to know't a little.

How now, my lord !
Oth. What sense had I of her stolen hours of

lust? I saw't not, thought it not, it harm'd not me: I slept the next night well, was free and merry; I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips : He that is robb’d, not wanting what is stolen, Let him not know't, and he's not robb’d at all.

Iago. I am sorry to hear this.

Oth. I had been happy, if the general camp, Pioneers and all,38 had tasted her sweet body, So I had nothing known. O, now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue! O, farewell ! 39 Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,

37 The repetition of to me is in both quartos, but not in the folio. It more than doubles the sense.

38 Pioneers were generally degraded soldiers. - In the third line of Othello's preceding speech, the folio inserts fed well, after the words, “ I slept the next night well.” The insertion greatly mars both the sense and the metre of the line. Both quartos have it as in the text. The folio has several other slight variations in this part of the scene.

39 There is some resemblance between this speech and the following lines in Peele's “Farewell to the Famous and Fortunate Generals of our English Forces,” 1589 : “Change love for armes; gyrt to your blades, my boyes ; Your rests and muskets take, take helme and targe, And let god Mars his trumpet make you mirth, The roaring cannon, and the brazen trumpe, The angry-sounding drum, the whistling fife, The shriekes of men, the princelie courser's ney."





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