He that is rob'd, not wanting what is stolne,
Let him not know't, and hee's not rob'd at all.
Iag. I am forry to heare this.

Oth. I had bin happy if the generall campe,
Pyoners, and all, had tafted her sweete body,
So I had nothing knowne: O now for euer
Farewell the tranquile mind, farewell content :
Farewell the plumed troope, and the big warres:
That makes ambition vertue: O farewell,
Farewell the neighing steed, and the fhrill trumpe,
The spirit-ftirring drumme, the eare-peircing fife;
The royall banner, and all quality,

Pride, pompe, and circumftance of glorious warre.
And O ye mortall engines, whose wide throates,
The immortall Ioues great clamor counterfeit ;
Farewell, Othello's occupation's gone.

Iag. Ift poffible my lord?

Oth. Villaine, be fure thou proue my loue a whore,

Be fure of it, giue me the oculer proofe,

Or by the worth of mans †† eternall foule,

Thou hadft bin better haue beene borne a dog,

Then anfwer my wak'd wrath.

lag. Ift come to this?

Oth. Make me to fee't or at the leaf fo proue it,

That the probation, beare no hinge, nor loope,

To hang a doubt on: or woe vpon thy life.

lag. My noble lord.

Oth. If thou doeft flander her, and torture me,

Neuer pray more, abandon all remorce.

On horrors head, hôirors accumilate :

Do deeds, to make heauen weepe, all earth amaz'd,

For nothing canft thou to damnation ad ‡‡ greater then that.

Jag. O grace, O heauen defend me,

tt my. 11 adde.

Are

Are you a man, haue you a foule or fence?

God buy you, take mine §§ office,—O wretched foole
That liueft to make thine honesty a vice,

O monftrous world, take note, take note, O world,
To be direct and honest, is not safe,

I thanke you for this profit, and from hence,

I'le loue no friend, fince loue breedes fuch offence.
Oth. Nay ftay, thou fhouldst be honest.

Iag. I fhould be wife, for honeftie's a foole,
And looses that it workes for : *

I fee fir, you are eaten vp with paffion,

I doe repent me that I put it to you,

You would be fatisfied.

Oth. Would, nay, I will.

lag. And may, but how, how fatisfied my lord? Would you, the fuperuifor + groffely gape on, Behold her topt?

Oth. Death and damnation-oh.

lag. It were a tedious difficulty I thinke, To bring em to that profpect, dam em then, If euer mortall eyes did fee them boulster More then their owne; what then, how then? What shall I say? where's fatisfaction?

It is impoffible you should fee this.

Where they as prime as goates, as hot as monkies,

As falt as wolues, in pride; and fooles as groffe,
As ignorance made drunke: but yet I say,
If imputation and strong circumstances,
Which leade directly to the doore of truth,
Will giue you fatisfaction, you may ha't.

Oth. Giue me a liuing reafon, that shee's disloyall.
Iag. I doe not like the office,

But fith I am enter'd into this caufe fo farre,

Prickt to't by foolish honesty and loue,

I will goe on: I lay with Caffio lately,

And being troubled with a raging tooth, I could not fleep.

There are a kinde of men fo loose of foule,

That in their fleepes will mutter their affaires,

One of this kinde is Caffio:

In fleepe I heard him fay. Sweete Defdemona,
Let vs be merry, let vs hide our loues ;

And then fir, would he gripe and wring my hand,
Cry out, fweete creature, and then kiffe me hard,
As if he pluckt vp kiffes by the rootes,

That grew vpon my lips, then layed his leg

Ouer my thigh, and figh'd, and kissed, and then
Cried, curfed fate, that gaue thee to the Moore.
Oth. O Monftrous, monftrous.

Iag. Nay, this was but his dreame.

Oth. But this deuoted a fore-gone conclufion,
lag. Tis a fhrewd doubt, tho it be but a dreame,
And this may helpe to thicken other proofes,
That doe demonstrate thinly.

Oth. I'le teare her all to peeces.

Jag. Nay, but be wife, yet we fee nothing done, She may be honeft yet, tell me but this,

*denoted.

This line is added to Othello's fpeech, the next two are continued to Iago.

Haue

Haue you not fometimes feene a handkercher,
Spotted with strawberries in your wiues hand.

Oth. I gaue her fuch a one, twas my first gift.
lag. I know not that, but fuch a handkercher,
I am fure it was your wiues, did I to day
See Caffio wipe his beard with.

Oth. If't be that.

Iag. If it be that, or any, it was hers,
It speakes against her, with the other proofes.
Oth. O that the flaue had forty thousand liues,
One is too poore, too weake for my reuenge :
Now doe I fee tis time, looke here lago,

All my fond loue, thus doe I blow to heauen,-tis gone.
Arife blacke vengeance from thy hollow cell,

Yeeld vp O loue thy crowne, and harted throne,

To tirranous hate, fwell bofome with thy fraught,
For tis of afpecks tougues.

lag. Pray be content.

Oth. O blood, Iago, blood,

he kneeles,

Iag. Patience I fay, your mind perhaps may change.

Oth. Neuer :

In the due reuerence of a facred vow,

I here ingage my words.

lag. Doe not rife yet:

Neuer Iago;

Like the Pontick fea

Whofe icy current and compulfiue course
Ne'r feels retiring ebbe, but keepes due on,
To the Propontick and the Hellefpont:
Euen fo my bloody thoughts, with violent. pace,
Shall ne're looke backe, ne're ebbe to bumble loue,
Till that a capeable and wilde reuenge
Swallow them up, Now by yond marble Leauen.
Jin, &c.

Witnesse

*

Witneffe you euer-burning lights aboue,
You elements that clip vs round about,

Witnesse that here, lago doth giue vp
The excellency † of his wit, hand, heart,

To wrong'd Othello's feruice: let him command,
And to obey, fhall be remorce,

What bloody worke so euer.

Oth. I greete thy loue:

Iago kneeles.

Not with vaine thankes, but with acceptance bounteous,

And will vpon the instant put thee to't,

Within these three dayes, let me heare thee fay,

That Caffio's not aliue.

lag. My friend is dead:

Tis done as you request, but let her liue.
Oth. Dam her lewd minks: O dam her,
Come, goe with me apart, I will withdraw
To furnish me with some swift meanes of death,
For the faire diuell: now art thou my leiutenant.
lag. I am your ownę for euer.

Enter Defdemonia Emilla and the clowne.

Exeunt.

Def. Do you know firra, where the leiutenant Caffio lies ? Clo. I dare not fay he lies any where.

Def. Why man?

He is a fouldier, and for one to fay a fouldier lies, is stabbing.

Def. Go to, where lodges he? §

Clo. I know not where he lodges, and for me to deuise a

lodging, and say he lies there, were to lie in my || throate

the. † execution.

Clo. He is, &c.

Clo. To tell you where be ledges, is to tell you where I lie.

Def. Can any thing be made of this?

|| mine owne.

Def.