To grosser issues, ncr to larger reach, Than to suspicion. Oth. I will not. Iago. Should you do so, my lord, My speech should fall into such vile success As my thoughts aim not at. Cassio's my worthy friend :— Oth. No, not much mov'd: I do not think but Desdemona's honest. Iago. Long live she so! and long live you to think so! Iago. Ay, there's the point :-As,-to be bold with you,— Of her own clime, complexion, and degree; Oth. Oth. Why did I marry?—This honest creature, doubtless, Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds. Iago. My lord, I would, I might entreat your honor To scan this thing no further; leave it to time: And though it be fit that Cassio have his place, Oth. This fellow's of exceeding honesty, Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings, [Going, [Exil That chamberers have: Or, for I am declin'd Must be to loath her. Desdemona comes. Enter DESDEMONA, and EMILIA, If she be false, O, then heaven mocks itself!— Des. 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? are you not well? Des. Faith, that's with watching; 'twill away again : It will be well. [He puts the handkerchief from him, and it drops. Let it alone. Come, I'll in with you. go Des. I am very sorry that you are not well. [Exeunt OтH. and DES Emil. I am glad I have found this napkin; To kiss, and talk to. I'll have the work ta'en out, 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. Iago. To have a foolish wife. Emil. O, is that all? What will you give me now For that same handkerchief? Iago. Emil. What handkerchief? 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 the advantage, I, being here, took 't up. 1 lago. Give it me. Emil. What will you do with it, that you have been so earnest To have me filch it? Iago. Why, what's that to you Emil. If it be not for some purpose of import, Give it me again: Poor lady! she'll run mad, When she shall lack it. Iugo. Be not you known of't; I have use for it. I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin, Enter OTHELLO. Look, where he comes! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday. Oth. To me? [Snatching it. Ha ha! false to me? Iago. Why, how now, general? no more of that? Oth. O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue! O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, Pride, pomp, and circumstance, of glorious war! Iago. Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief, Oth. I gave her such a one; 'twas my first gift. Oth. If it be that, Iago. If it be that, or any that was hers, Exit EMILIA. Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell! Iago. Pray, be content. Oth. O, blood, Iago, blood! Iago. Patience, I say; your mind, perhaps, may change. Oth. Never, Iago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Swallow them up.-Now, by yond' marble heaven, I here engage my words. Iago. To wrong'd Othello's service! let him command, What bloody work soever. Oth. I greet thy love, Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounteous, And will upon the instant put thee to't: Within these three days let me hear thee say, That Cassio's not alive. Iago. My friend is dead; 'tis done, at your request: But let her live. SCENE IV.-The same. Enter DESDEMONA, and EMILIA. Des. Where should I lose that handkerchief, Emilia ? Des. Believe me : :-And, but my noble Moor Is true of mind, and made of no such baseness As jealous creatures are, it were enough To put him to ill thinking. Emil. Is he not jealous? Des. Who, he? I think, the sun, where he was born, Drew all such humors from him. Emil. Look, where he comes. Des. I will not leave him now, till Cassio [Knee's [Kneeis.. [Exeunt. Enter OTHELLO. Oth. Well, my good lady ;—[Aside.]—O, hardness to dissemble !How do you, Desdemona ? Des. Well, my good lord Oth. Give me your hand: 'Tis a good hand, A frank one. Des. You may, indeed, say so; For 'twas that hand that gave away my heart. But our new heraldry is-hands, not hearts. hands: Des. I cannot speak of this. Come now your promise. Des. I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you. Lend me thy handkerchief. Here, my lord. I have it not about me. father The thoughts of people: she told her, while she kept it, Should hold her loathly, and his spirits should hunt Des. Is it possible? A sibyl, that had number'd in the world The sun to make two hundred compasses, In her prophetic fury sew'd the work: The worms were hallow'd that did breed the silk, Des. Indeed! is't true? Oth. Most veritable; therefore look to't well. Des. Then would to heaven, that I had never seen it. Des. Why do you speak so startingly and rash? |