Def. A man that all his time

Hath founded his good fortunes on your love;

Shar'd dangers with you.

Oth. The handkerchief

Def. In footh, you are to blame.

Oth.

Away!--

[Exit Othello.

SCENE

XI.

Manent Desdemona and Emilia.

Emil. Is not this man jealous?

Def. I ne'er faw this before.

Sure there's fome wonder in this handkerchief:

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I am most unhappy in the lofs of it.

Emil. 'Tis not a year or two fhews us a man: They are "all but ftomachs, and we all but food; They eat us hungerly, and when they are full

They belch us.

Look you! Caffio and my husband.

Enter Iago and Caffio.

Iago. There is no other way, 'tis fhe muft do it;

And lo, the happinefs! Go and importune her.

Def. How now, good Caffio, what's the news with you?

Caf. Madam, my former fuit.

That, by your virtuous means,
Exift, and be a member of his

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I do befcech you,

I may again love,

9 The 23 q. omits bis.

The ift q. Ifaith for Infootb.

The 1ft q. Zouns for Away.
The ft q. omits of it.

u R. P. and H. omit all.

w For I may again; the 2d q. reads,

I do beseech you.

Whom

Whom I, with all the duty of my heart,
Intirely honour. I would not be delay'd;
If my offence be of fuch mortal kind,

> That not my service past, nor present sorrows,
Nor purpos'd merit in futurity,

Can ransom me into his love again;

But to know fo, must be my benefit;

So fhall I cloath me in a forc'd content,

And shoot myself up in fome other course,
To fortune's alms.

Def. Alas! thrice gentle Caffio,

My advocation is not now in tune;

My Lord is not my Lord; nor fhould I know him,

Were he in favour, as in humour, alter'd.
So help me every spirit fanctified,

As I have spoken for you all my best;

And ftood within the blank of his displeasure

For my free speech. You must awhile be patient;

What I can do, I will: and more I will

Than for myself I dare. Let that suffice you.

Iago. Is my Lord angry?

Emil. He went hence but now;

And certainly in ftrange unquietness.

Iago. Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon,
When it hath blown his ranks into the air,
And, like the devil, from his very arm

* So the ift q. and 7; the reft, office for duty.

y The Ift q. and J. That neither fervice, &c. the ift f. and C. That nor my Service, &c.

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z So the ft q. J. and fout for fboot.

a C. upon for up in.

b P. reads arms for alms.
The ad q. foop for ftood.

Puft

Puft his own brother; and

can he be angry?

Something of moment then. I will go meet him.
There's matter in 't indeed, if he be angry,

SCENE

XII.

Manent Desdemona, Emilia, and Caffio,

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Def. I pr'ythee, do fo.- Something fure of state,
Either from Venice, or fome unhatch'd practice,
f Made demonftrable here in Cyprus to him,
Hath puddled his clear fpirit; and in fuch cafes,
Men's natures wrangle with inferior things,
Tho' great ones are their object. 'Tis even fo.
For let our finger ake, and it "endues

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Our other healthful members, even to that fenfe
Of pain, Nay, we muft think men are not gods,
Nor of them look for fuch * obfervance always,
As fits the bridal. Befhrew me much, Emilia,
I was, unhandfome warrior as I am,
Arraigning his unkindness with my foul;
But now I find, I had fuborn'd the witness,
And he's indited falfely.

[Exit,

d The fo's and R. is for can be. e J. of for er,

f So all before P; he and all after, except C. Made bere demonftrable in, &c. g The qu's, the for their. h The 2d q. endures.

For, even to that, (which is the road

ing of the qu's) the fo's and R. read, ever to a; P. and all after, except C. wiò 4, for, even to that.

k The qu's, obfervances; the 1ft f. and C. obfervancie.

I always is in no edition before R. m II, and W, wrangler for warrier.

Emil. Pray heaven it be " state-matters as you think, And no conception, nor no jealous toy

Concerning you.

Def. Alas the day, I never gave him caufe.

Emil. But jealous fouls will not be anfwer'd fo;
They are not ever jealous for P the caufe;

But jealous, for they are jealous. 'Tis a monfter
Begot upon itself, born on itself.

Def. Heaven keep that monfter from Othello's mind!
Emil. Lady, amen.

Def. I will go feek him. Caffio, walk here about;
If I do find him fit, I'll move your fuit,

Bian, Save you, friend Caffio.

Caffio. What make you from home? How is it with you, my moft fair Bianca? "I' faith, fweet love, I was

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coming to your house.

Bian. And I was going to your lodging, Caffio.
What? keep a week away? feven days and nights?
Eight core eight hours? and lovers' abfent hours,
More tedious than the dial, eightscore times?
2 Oh weary reckoning!

Caf. Pardon me, Bianca:

I have this while with leaden thoughts been preft,
But I fhall in a more bconvenient time

Strike off this fcore of abfence. Sweet Bianca,

[ Giving her Desdemona's handkerchief

Take me this work out.

Bian. Oh Caffio, whence came this?

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This is fome token from a newer friend:

f To the felt abfence, now I feel a caufe: Is't come to this? well, well,

Caf. Go to, woman;

Throw your vile gueffes in the devil's teeth,

From whence you have them. You are jealous now
That this is from fome miftrefs fome remembrance?

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Caf. I know not, fweet; I found it in my chamber; I like the work well; ere it be demanded,