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I would not haue your free and noble nature,
Out of selfe-bounty be abus’d, looke to't :
I know our countrey disposition well,
In Venice they doe let God see the prankes
They dare † shew their husbands: their best conscience,
Is not to leaue | vndone, but keepe | vnknowne.

Oth. Doeft thou say so.

lag. She did deceiuc her father marrying you ; And when she seem'd to shake and feare your lookes, She lou'd them most.

Oth. And so she did.

lag. Why go too then,
She that so young, could giue out such a seeming,,
To seale her fathers eyes vp, close as oake,
He thought twas witchcraft: but I am much too blame,
I humbly doe beseech you of your pardon,
For too much louing you.

Oth. I am bound to thee for euer.
lag. I see this hath a little dasht your spirits.
Oth. Not a iot, not a iot.

lag. Ifaith $ I feare it has.
I hope you will consider what is spoke,
Comes from my loue: but I doe see you are moou'd,
I am to pray you, not to straine my speech,
To grofer issues, nor to larger reach,
Then to suspition.

Oth. I will not.

lag. Should you doe so my lord, My speech should fall into such vile succese, As my thoughts aime not at: Caffio's my trusty friend : My lord, I see you are moou'd.

Oth. No, not much moou'd, I doe not thinke but Desdemonas honest. + Heaven, t dare not

I leav't.

Il kepe's. § Truß me. VOL. IV.


lag. Long liue lhe so, and long live you to thinke fo.
Oth. And yet how nature erring from it felfe.

lag. I, there's the point : as to be bold with you,
Not to affect many proposed matches,
Of her owne clime, complexion, and degree,
Whereto we see in all things, nature tends;
Fie we may smell in such a will, most ranke
Foule disproportion : thoughts vnnaturall.
But pardon me: I doe not in position,
Destinctly speake of her, tho I may feare
Her will recoyling to her better iudgement,
May fall to match you with her countrey formes,
And happily repent.

Oth. Farewell, if more
Thou doest perceiue, let me know more, set on
Thy wife to obserue : leaue me lago.

lag. My lord I take my leaue.

Oth. Why did I marry? this honest creature doubtlesse
Sees and knowes more, much more then he vnfoulds.
* My lord, I would I might intreate your honour,

lag. To scan this thing no further, leaue it to time,
Tho it be fit t, that Cafio haue his place,
For sure he fills it vp with great ability:
Yet if you please to hold him off a while,
You shall by that perceiue him and his meanes;
Note if your lady straine her entertainement,
With any strong or vehement importunity,
Much will be seene in that, in the meane time,
Let me be thought too busie in my feares,
As worthy cause I haue, to feare I am ;
And hold her free, I doe beseech your honour.

Oth. Feare not my gouernement.
lag. I once more take my leaue.


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Oth. This fellowe's of exceeding honesty,
And knowes all qualities, with a learned spirit
Of humaine dealing: if I doe prooue her haggard,
Tho that her iesses were my deare heart strings,
I'de whistle her off, and let her downe * the wind,
To prey at fortune. Happily, for I am blacke,
And haue not those soft parts of conuersation,
That chamberers haue, or for I am declind
Into the valt of yeares; yet that's not much,
Shee's gone, I am abus’d, and my releife
Must be to lothe her: O curse of marriage,
That we can call these delicate creatures ours,
And not their appetites : I had rather be a toade,
And liue vpon the vapor in a dungeon,
Then keepe a corner in a thing I loue,
For others vses : yet tis the plague of great ones,
Prerogatiu'd are they lefe then the base,
Tis desteny, vnshunnable, like death :
Euen then this forked plague is fated to vs;
When we doe quicken : Defilemona comes,
If she be false, O then heauen mocks it felfe,
I'le not beleeue it.

Enter Desdemona and Emillia.

Defd. How now my deare Othello ?
Your dinner, and the generous ilander
By you inuited, doe attend your presence.

Oth. I am to blame.
Def. Why is your speech fo faint ? are you not well ?
Oth. I haue à paine vpon my forehead here.

Def. Faith that's with watching, t'will away againe ;
Let me but bind your head f, within this houre
It will be well againe f.
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Oth. Your napkin is too little:
Let it alone, come l'le goe in with you.

Des. I am very sorry that you are not well.
Em. I am glad I haue found this napkin,

Ex. Oth. and Defd.
This was her first remembrance from the Moore;
My wayward husband, hath a hundred times
Wooed me to steale it, but she so loues the token,
For he coniur'd her, she should euer keepe it,
That she reserues it euer more about her,
To kisse, and talke to; I'le ha the worke taine + out,
And giu't lago : what hee'll doe with it,
Heauen knowes, not I,
I nothing know, but for I his fantasie.

Enter Iago.

lag. How now, what doe you here alone ?
Em. Doe not you chide, I haue a thing for you.
lag. A thing for me, it is a common thing.
Em. Ha ?
Ing. To haue a foolish thing g.

Em. O, is that all? what will you giue me now,
For that same handkercher * ?

lag. What handkercher * ?

Em. What handkercher * ?
Why that the Moore first gaue to Desdemona,
That which so often you did bid me steale.

lag. Ha'st stole it from her ?

Em. No faith, she let it drop by negligence, And to the aduantage, I being here, took’t vp: Looke here it is.

lag. A good wench, giue it me.

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Em. What will you doe with it, that you haue bin So earnest to haue me filch it?

lag. Why what's that to you?

Em. If it * be not for some purpose of import, Giue mee't againe, poore lady, shee'll run mad, When she shall lacke it. lag. Be not you knowne + on't, 1 haue vse for it :-go

Exit Em. I will in Casio's lodging lose this napkin, And let him finde it : trifles light as ayre, Are to the iealous, confirmations strong As proofes of holy writ, this may doe fomething ť, Dangerous conceits are in their natures poisons, Which at the first are scarce found to distast. But with a little art , vpon the blood,

leaue me ;

Ent. Othello.

Burne like the mindes li of sulphure: I did say so :
Looke where he comes, not poppy, nor mandragora,
Nor all the droufie firrops of the world,
Shall euer' medicine thee to that sweete sleepe,
Which thou owedst yesterday.

Oth. Ha, ha, false to me, to me?
lag. Why how now generall ? no more of that.

Oth. Auant, be gone, thou hast fet me on the racke,
I sweare, tis better to be much abus'd,
Then but to know ** a little.

lag. How now my lord ?

Oth. What sense had I of her stolne houres of luft :
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 Gashio's kisses on her lips,

Ift. + acknownie. 1 The Moore already changes witb my poison, Sal. | zines,


** know't.

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