Oth. Not now fweete Defdemona fome other time. Oth. The fooner sweete for you. Defd. Shal't be to night at fupper? Defd. To morrow dinner then? Oth. I fhall not dine at home, I meete the captaines, at the cittadell. Defd. Why then to morrow night, or Tuesday morne, And yet his trefpaffe, in our common reafon, To incurre a priuate checke: when fhall he come? What you could aske me, that I should deny? Hath tane your part, to haue fo much to doe Oth. Preethee no more, let him come when he will, I will deny thee nothing. Defd. Why this is not a boone, Tis as I should intreate you weare your gloues : Or fue to you, to doe a peculiar profit To your owne perfon: nay, when I haue a fuite, It shall be full of poise and difficulty ‡, And fearefull to be granted. Difdemon. + mem'ring. + truf me. + difficult weight. Oth Oth. I will deny thee nothing, Whereon I doe befeech thee grant me this, To leaue me but a little to my felfe. Defd. Shall I deny you? no, farewell my lord. Oth. Farewell my Defdemona, I'le come to thee straight. What ere you be I am obedient. Oth. Excellent wretch, perdition catch my foule, But I doe loue thee, and when I loue thee not, Chaos is come againe. lag. My noble lord. Oth. What doest thou fay lago? lag. Did Michael Caffio when you wooed my lady, Know of your loue? Oth. He did from first to laft:-why doest thou aske? lag. But for a fatisfaction of my thoughts • No further harme. Oth. Why of thy thought lago? Jag. I did not thinke he had beene acquainted with her. lag. Indeed? Oth. Indeed? indeed, difern'ft thou ought in that? Is he not honest ? lag. Honeft my lord? Oth. Honeft? I honeft. lag. My lord, for ought I know. Oth. What doest thou thinke? lag. Thinke my lord? Oth. Thinke my lord? by heauen he ecchoes me *. As if there were fome monster in his + thought: Too hideous to be fhewne: thou didst + meane fomething; I heard thee fay but now, thou lik'ft not that, thought. $oft. ♦ why doft thou eccboe me. +tby. + doft. When When Caffio left my wife: what didst not like? lag. My lord, you know I loue you. Oth. I thinke thou doeft, And for I know, thou art full of loue and honesty, Are trickes of custome; but in a man that's iuft, Iag. For Michael Caffio, I dare prefume 4, I thinke that he is honest, Oth. I thinke so to. lag. Men fhould be that they feeme, Or thofe that be not, would they might feeme none. I preethee fpeake to me ‡‡ to thy thinkings:: As thou doeft ruminate, and giue the worst of thought, lag. Good my lord pardon me; Though I am bound to euery act of duty, I am not bound to that all flaues are free to, Vtter my thoughts? why, fay they are vile and false: As where's that pallace, whereinto foule things Sometimes intrude not? who has a breast so pure, Keepe leetes and law-dayes, and in feffion fit § Oth. Thou doeft confpire against thy friend Iago, Iag. I doe befeech you, Though I perchance am vicious in my ghesse, To fpy into abuses, and oft my iealousie Shapes faults that are not; I intreate you then *, You'd take no notice, nor build your felfe a trouble, It were not for your quiet, nor your good, Oth. Zouns • Jag. Good name in man and woman's deere my lord; Is the immediate iewell of our foules: Who fteales my purfe, fteals trash, tis fomething, nothing, Twas mine, tis his, and has bin flaue to thousands: But he that filches from me my good name, Robs me of that, which not inriches him, And makes me poore indeed. Oth. By heauen § I'le know thy thought **. lag. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand, Nor fhall not, whilft tis in my cuftody: ++ O beware + iealoufie. That meate it feedes on. That cuckold liues in bliffe, Who dotes, yet doubts, fufpects, yet strongly loues. Jag. Poore and content, is rich, and rich enough, To him that euer feares he fhall be poore: Oth. Why, why is this? Thinkft thou I'de make a life of iealousie? Nor from mine owne weake merrits will I draw lag. I am glad of it, for now I fhall haue reason, The. $loves. bojan. I would |