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And to obey shall be in me remorse,
I greet thy love,
lago. 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
lieutenant. Iago. I am your own for ever.
Enter DesDEMONA, EMILIA, and Clown.
Clo. I dare not say, he lies any where.
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,
What bloody work soever.] lago 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,
Des. Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse
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 Be call’d to him.--How is't with you, my lord?
5- 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.
ness to dissemble!How do
Well, my good lord. Oth. Give me your hand: This hand is moist,
Des. It yet has felt no age, nor known no sorrow.
Oth. This argues fruitfulness, and liberal heart;Hot, hot, and moist: This hand of yours requires A sequester from liberty, fasting and prayer, Much castigation, exercise devout;? For here's a young and sweating devil here, That commonly rebels. 'Tis a good hand, A frank one. 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. Come now your
promise. Oth. What promise, chuck? Des. I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with
Here, my lord.
I have it not about me.
exercise devout ;) Exercise was the religious term.
salt and sullen rheum-] Sullen, that is, a rheum obsti. nately troublesome.
That is a fault: That handkerchief Did an Egyptian to my mother give; 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 Entirely to her love; but if she lost it, Or made a gift of it, my father's eye Should hold her loathly, and his spirits should hunt After new fancies: She, dying, gave it me; And bid me, when my fate would have me wive, To give it her. I did so: and take heed of't, Make it a darling like your precious eye; To lose or give't away, were such perdition, As nothing else could match. 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?"
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
Fetch't, let me see it.
let Cassio be receiv'd again. Oih. Fetch me that handkerchief:
my mind misgives. Des. Come, come; You'll never meet a more sufficient man.
Oth. The handkerchief,
talk me of Cassio. Oth. The handkerchief, Des.
A man that, all his time, Hath founded his good fortune on your love; Shar'd dangers with you;Oth.
The handkerchief,– Des. In sooth, You are to blame. Oth.
Away! [Exit Othello. Emil.
Is not this man jealous? Des. I ne'er saw this before. Sure, there's some wonder in this handkerchief: I am most unhappy in the loss of it.
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
Enter Iago and Cassió.
lago. There is no other way; 'tis she must do't;