And to obey shall be in me remorse, Oth. I greet thy love, Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounte ous, And will upon the instant put thee to't: Within these three days let me hear thee say, Iago. My friend is dead; 'tis done, at your request: But let her live. Oth. Damn her, lewd minx! O, damn her! Come, go with me apart; I will withdraw, To furnish me with some swift means of death For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant. Iago. I am your own for ever. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The same. Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, and Clown. Des. Do you know, sirrah, where lieutenant Cassio lies? Clo. I dare not say, he lies any where. Des. Why, man? Clo. He is a soldier; and for me to say a soldier lies, is stabbing. Des. Go to; Where lodges he? Clo. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you where I lie. let him command, And to obey shall be in me remorse, What bloody work soever.] Iago devotes himself to wronged Othello, and says, Let him command whatever bloody business, and in me it shall be an act, not of cruelty, but of tenderness, to obey him; not of malice to others, but of tenderness for him. Des. Can any thing be made of this? Clo. I know not where he lodges; and for me to devise a lodging, and say—he lies here, or he lies there, were to lie in my own throat. Des. Can you enquire him out, and be edified by report? Clo. I will catechize the world for him; that is, make questions, and by them answer.' Des. Seek him, bid him come hither: tell him, I have moved my lord in his behalf, and hope, all will be well. Clo. To do this, is within the compass of man's wit; and therefore I will attempt the doing it. [Exit. Des. Where should I lose that handkerchief, Emilia ? Emil. I know not, madam. Des. Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse Full of cruzadoes. And, but my noble Moor Is true of mind, and made of no such baseness As jealous creatures are, it were enough To put him to ill thinking. Emil. Is he not jealous? Des. Who, he? I think, the sun, where he was born, Drew all such humours from him. Emil. Look, where he comes. Des. I will not leave him now, till Cassio and by them answer.] i. e. and by them, when answered, form my own answer to you. The quaintness of the expression is in character. - cruzadoes.] A Portuguese coin, in value three shillings sterling. So called from the cross stamped upon it. Enter OTHEllo. Oth. Well, my good lady:-[Aside.] O, hardness to dissemble!– How do you, Desdemona? Des. Well, my good lord. Oth. Give me your hand: This hand is moist, my lady. Des. It yet has felt no age, nor known no sorrow. For here's a young and sweating devil here, Des. You may, indeed, say so; For 'twas that hand that gave away my heart. Oth. A liberal hand: The hearts of old, gave hands; But our new heraldry is-hands, not hearts. Des. I cannot speak of this. promise. Oth. What promise, chuck? Come now your Des. I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you. 8 Oth. I have a salt and sullen rheum offends me; Lend me thy handkerchief. Des. Here, my lord. Oth. That which I gave you. 7 8 Des. I have it not about me. No, indeed, my lord. Des. exercise devout ;] Exercise was the religious term. salt and sullen rheum-] Sullen, that is, a rheum obstinately troublesome. Oth. That handkerchief Did an Egyptian to my mother give; That is a fault: She was a charmer, and could almost read The thoughts of people: she told her, while she kept it, 'Twould make her amiable, and subdue my father Should hold her loathly, and his spirits should hunt Des. Is it possible? Oth. 'Tis true: there's magick in the web of it: A sibyl, that had number'd in the world The sun to make two hundred compasses, In her prophetick fury sew'd the work: The worms were hallow'd, that did breed the silk; And it was died in mummy," which the skilful Conserv'd of maidens' hearts. Des. Indeed! is't true? Oth. Most veritable; therefore look to't well. Des. Then 'would to heaven, that I had never seen it. Oth. Ha! wherefore? Des. Why do you speak so startingly and rash?1 9 And it was died in mummy, &c.] The balsamick liquor running from mummies was formerly celebrated for its anti-epileptick virtues. We are now wise enough to know, that the qualities ascribed to it are all imaginary; and yet this fanciful medicine still holds a place in the principal shops where drugs are sold; and it is still much coveted by painters, as a transparent brown colour that throws a warmth into their shadows. rash?] is vehement, violent. Oth. Is't lost? is't gone? speak, is it out of the Des. It is not lost; But what an if it were? Des. I say, it is not lost. Oth. Fetch't, let me see it. Des. Why, so I can, sir, but I will not now; This is a trick, to put me from my suit; I pray, let Cassio be receiv'd again. Oth. Fetch me that handkerchief: my mind misgives. Des. Come, come; You'll never meet a more sufficient man. Oth. The handkerchief, Oth. The handkerchief, Des. I pray, talk me of Cassio. A man that, all his time, Hath founded his good fortune on your love; Shar'd dangers with you; Oth. Des. In sooth, You are to blame. The handkerchief, Away! Exit OTHELlo. Oth. Emil. Is not this man jealous? Des. I ne'er saw this before. Sure, there's some wonder in this handkerchief: Emil. 'Tis not a year or two shows us a man: They are all but stomachs, and we all but food; They eat us hungerly, and when they are full, They belch us. Look you! Cassio, and my husband. Enter IAGO and CASSIÓ. lago. There is no other way; 'tis she must do't; |
