Defd. Alas the day, I neuer gaue him caufe.

Em. But iealous foules will not be answered so,
They are not euer iealous for the cause,

But iealous for they are iealous tis a monster,
Begot vpon it felfe, borne on itselfe.

Defd. Heauen keepe that monster from Othello's mind.
Em. Lady, amen.

Def. I will go feeke him, Caffio, walke here about,

If I doe finde him fit, I'le moue your fuite,

And feeke to effect it to my uttermoft,

Exeunt Defd. and Emillia.

Caf. I humbly thanke your ladiship.

Enter Bianca.

Bian. Saue you friend Caffio.

Caf. What make you from home?

How is it with you my moft faire Bianca?

*

Ifaith fweete loue I was comming to your houfe.
Bian. And I was going to your lodging Caffio;
What, keepe a weeke away? feuen daies and nights,
Eightscore eight houres, and louers absent houres,
More tedious then the diall, eightscore times,
No weary reckoning.

Caf. Pardon me Bianca,

I haue this while with laden + thoughts bin prest,

But I fhall in a more conuenient

time,

Strike off this fcore of abfence: fweete Bianca,

Take me this worke out.

Bian. Oh Caffio, whence came this?

This is fome token from a newer friend,

To the felt abfence, now I feele a caufe,
It come to this?

Caf. Go to woman,

Throw your vile gheffes in the diuells teeth,

* Indeed.

† leaden. continuate.

From

From whence you haue them, you are iealous now,
That this is from fome miftriffe, fome remembrance,
No by my faith § Bianca.

Bian. Why who's ift?

Caf. I know not fweete, I found it in my chamber, I like the worke well, ere it be demanded,

As like enough it will, I'de haue it coppied,

Take it, and do't, and leaue me for this time.
Bian. Leaue you wherefore?

Caf. I doe attend here on the generall,
And thinke it no addition, nor my wish,
To haue him fee me woman'd.

Bian. But that you doe not loue me : I pray you bring me on the way a little, And fay, if I shall see you foone at night.

Caf. Tis but a little way, that I can bring you, For I attend here, but I'le fee you foone.

Bian. Tis very good, I must be circumftanc'd.

A C T Ú S IV.

Enter Iago and Othello.

Exeunt.

lag. Will you thinke fo?

Oth. Thinke fo lago.

Iag. What, to kisse in private ?

Oth. An vnauthoriz'd kiffe.

Lag. Or to be naked with her friend abed,

An houre, or more, not meaning any harme.

Oth. Naked a bed lago, and not meane harme ?

It is hypocrifie against the diuell:

They that meane vertuously, and yet doe fo,

The diuell their vertue tempts, and they tempt heauen:

VOL. IV.

§ in good truth.

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lag.

lag. So they doe nothing, tis a veniall flip ; But if I giue my wife a handkercher *,

Oth. What then?

lag. Why then tis hers my lord, and being hers,

She may, I thinke, bestow't on any man.

Oth. She is protectres of her honour to †,

May she giue that?

Jag. Her honour is an effence that's not seene, They haue it very oft, that haue it not:

But for the handkercher *.

Oth. By heauen, I would most gladly haue forgot it:

Thou faidft (O it comes o're my memory,

As doth the rauen o're the infected house,

Boding to all.) He had my hankercher *. lag. I, what of that?

Oth. That's not fo good now.

lag. What if I had said I had feene him do you wrong?
Or heard him fay (as knaues be fuch abroad)
Who hauing by their owne importunate suite,
Or by the voluntary dotage of fome miftris,
Conuinced, or fupplied them, cannot chufe,
But they must blab.

Oth. Hath he said any thing?

lag. He hath my lord, but be you well affur'd,

No more then hee'l vnfweare.

Oth. What hath he faid?

Jag. Faith that he did-I know not what he did.

Oth. But what?

lag. Lye.

Oth. With her?

lag. With her, on her, what you will.

Oth. Lie with her, lie on her? We fay lie on her, when they

*bandkerchiefe.

† too.

Conjured. Why. || But omitted.

bely

bely her; lye with her, zounds, that's fulfome, handkerchers, confeffion, hankerchers **.

He fals downe ft.

lag. Worke on my medicine, worke: thus credulous fooles are caught, and many worthy and chafte dames, euen thus all guiltleffe §, meete reproach; what ho my lord, my lord I fay, Othello,-how now Caffio.

Enter Caffio.

Caf. What's the matter?

lag. My lord is falne into an epilepfy,
This is his fecond fit, he had one yefterday,
Caf. Rub him about the temples.
lag. No, forbeare,

The lethergie, must haue his quiet course,
If not he foames at mouth, and by and by

Breakes out to fauage madneffe: looke he stirres:
Doe you withdraw your felfe a little while,
He will recouer straight, when he is gone,
I would on great occafion fpeake with you.
How is it generall, haue you not hurt your head?
Oth. Doeft thou mocke me ?

lag. I mocke you? no by heauen,

Would you would beare your fortunes like a man.
Oth. A horned man's a monster, and a beast.

Iag. There's many a beast then in a populous city,
And many a ciuill monster.

Oth. Did he confeffe?

To confeffe, and be bang'd for bis labour, firft to be bang'd, and then to con feffe; I tremble at it: nature would not inveft berfelf in such shadowing poffien, without fome inftruction : it is not words that shapes me thus, (pish) noses, cares, and lippes: if paffible? confeffe? bandkerchiefe ? O deuill.

tt in a trance. § In a parenthefis.

Exit Caffio.

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laz.

lag. Good fir be a man,

Thinke euery bearded fellow, that's but yoak'd,
May draw with you, there's millions now aliue,
That nightly lyes in thofe vnproper beds,
Which they dare fweare peculiar : your cafe is better:
O tis the fpite of hell, the fiends arch mocke,
To lip a wanton in a secure coach,

And to fuppofe her chafte: no, let me know,

And knowing what I am, I know what she shall be.
Oth. O thou art wife, tis certaine.

lag. Stand you a while apart,

Confine your felfe but in a patient lift:

*

Whilft you were here ere while, mad with your griefe,

A paffion most unfuting + such a man,

Caffio came hither, I shifted him away,

And layed good fcufe, vpon your extacy,

Bid him anon retire, and here fpeake with me,
The which he promifde: but incaue your felfe,

And marke the ieeres t, the iibes, and notable fcornes,
That dwell in euery region of his face;

For I will make him tell the tale anew,

Where, how, how oft, how long agoe, and when,

He has, and is againe to cope your wife:

I fay, but marke his ieafture, mary patience,
Or I fhall fay, you are all in all, in fpleene,
And nothing of a man.

Oth. Doeft thou heare Iago,

I will be found most cunning in my patience;
But doest thou heare, moft bloody.

Iag. That's not amisse :

But yet keepe time in all; will you withdraw?

Now will I queftion Caffio of Bianca;

A hufwife that by felling her defires,

overwhelmed. + unfitting.

Bade.

gecres.

gibes.

Buys