Oth. Did he confess" it?

Iago. Good fir, be a man;

Think, every bearded fellow that's but yok'd,

W

May draw with you. There's millions now alive,
That nightly lie in those unproper beds,

Which they dare fwear peculiar. Your cafe is better,
Oh, y 'tis the fpight of hell, the fiend's arch-mock,
To lip a wanton in a fecure couch;

a

No, let me know,

know what she shall be.

Oth. Oh, thou art wife, 'tis certain.

Iago. Stand you a while apart,

Confine yourself but in a patient lift.

Whilst you were here, bo'erwhelmed with your grief,
A paffion most unfuiting fuch a man,

с

Caffio came hither. I fhifted him away,

d

And laid good 'fcufe upon your extafy;

Bad him anon f return, and here fpeak with me; The which he promis'd. Do but encave yourself, And mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable fcorns, That dwell in every region of his face;

h

u The qu's omit it.

w So all before P; who reads, Mil lions are now alive, &c. followed by the reft, exccpt C.

x First q. lyes.

y The 2d q. this for 'tis.

2 The ad q. No, let me know, &c.

a C. that's for 'tis.

h The 1ft q. ere while, mad with your grief, &c.

So the 1ft q. T. W. and 7; the 2d q. P. H. and C. unfitting; the fo's and R. resulting.

d So the qu's and C; the 1ft f. feufer upon your, &c. the reft, 'scuses on your, &c.

e The 1ft q. bid for bad.
f The qu's, retire for returns
g The qu's omit Do.

h. The qu's, jeers.

For

For I will make him tell the tale anew,

Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when
He hath, and is again to cope your wife.
I fay, but mark his gefture. Marry, patience;
Or I fhall fay, you are all in all1 in fpleen,
And nothing of a man.

Oth. Doft thou hear, Iago!

I will be found moft cunning in my patience;
But (doft thou hear?) moft bloody.

Iago. That's not amifs;

But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw?

Now will I queftion Caffio of Bianca,

[m Othello withdraws.

A housewife, that by felling her defires,

Buys herself bread and cloaths. It is a creature,
That dotes on Caffio; as 'tis the ftrumpet's plague

To beguile many, and be beguil'd by one;
He, when he hears of her, cannot P refrain
From the excess of laughter. Here he comes.

SCENE III.

Enter Caffio.

As he fhall fmile, Othello fhall go mad;
And his unbookish jealousy must conftrue
Poor Caffio's fmiles, geftures, and light behaviour,
Quite in the wrong. How do you now, lieutenant ?

3

Caf. The worfer that you give me the addition,
Whose want even kills me.

Iago. Ply Defdemona well, and you are fure on 't.
Now if this fuit lay in Bianca's" power, [" Speaking lower.
How quickly fhould you speed!

Caf. Alas, poor * caitiff!

Oth. Look how he laughs already.

Jago. I never knew a woman love man fo.

[Afide.

Caf. Alas, poor rogue, I think i'faith the loves me.

Oth. Now he denies it faintly, and laughs

Iage. Do you hear, Caffio?

Oth. Now he importunes him

d

To tell it o'er. Go to, well faid, well faid.

it out.
[Afide.

[Afide.

The three laft fo's, R. P. and H. lowed by the reft, except C.

Iago. She gives it out that you fhall marry her.

Do you intend it?

Caf. Ha, ha, ha!

f

с

Oth. Do you triumph, Roman, do you triumph? [Afide. Caf. I marry her! what? a cuftomer? I prythee bear fome charity to my wit, do not think it fo unwholefome. Ha, ha, ha!

k

Oth. So, fo, fo, fo. * they laugh that win. [Afide.

Caf. This is the monkey's own giving out: she is perfuaded, I will marry her, out of her own love and flattery, not out of my promise.

Oth. Iago beckons ine: now he begins the ftory. [Afide. Caf. She was here even now; fhe haunts me in every place. I was t'other day talking on the fea-bank, with tertain Venetians, and thither comes this bauble; ' by this hand, fhe falls thus about my neck.

Oth. Crying, O dear Caffio, as it were: his gefture imports it.

[Afide. Caf. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me, fohales, and pulls me. Ha, ha, ha!

Oth. Now he tells how the pluckt him to my chamber. Oh, I fee that nofe of yours, but not that dog I fhall throw't to.

Caf. Well, I muft leave her company.
Jago. Before me! look where fhe comes.

d

SCENE IV.

Enter Bianca.

Caf. 'Tis fuch another fitchew! marry, a perfum'd one :-What do you mean by this haunting of me?

Bian. Let the devil and his dam haunt you! what did you mean by that fame handkerchief you gave me even now? I was a fine fool to take it: I muft take out the 8 whole work? A likely piece of work, that you fhould find it in your chamber, and not know who left it there. This is fome minx's token, and I must take out the work?

x The 1ft q. and 1ft f. jesture. y The zd q. jolls for lolls.

z So the 1ft q, and C; the 2d q. báls ;

the reft, fakes for bales.

a The qu's omit ob.

So the qu's; the reft, throw it for brow 't.

↑ The 2d q. joins this fpeech with the foregoing, and makes it Caffio's.

The ift q. makes this speech a part of lago's foregoing one.

e The Ift q. fibo for fitcher. A fitchet is a polecat.

f The 1ft q. bantirg.

8 So the 1ft q; the reft omit ubole. h So the qu's; the reft, know not for

not know.

—there,