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lago. You have a thing for me? It is a common thing

Æmil. Ha ?
lago. To have a foolish wife.

Æmil. Oh, is that all? what will you give me For that same handkerchief?

[now lago. What handkerchief? Æmil

. What handkerchief? Why, that the Moor first gave to Desdemona; That which so often

you

did bid me steal. lago. Hast stolen it from her?

Æmil. No; but the let it drop by negligence; And to the advantage, 1 being here took’t up: Look, here 'tis.

Iago. A good wench, give it me.

Æmil. What will you do with't, you have been To have me filch it?

[fo earneft lago. Why, what is that to yon ! [Snatching it.

Æmil. If t be not for fome purpose of import, Give't me again. Poor Lady! The'll run mad, When she Thall lack it.

lago. Be not you known on’t: I have use for it. Go, leave me

[Exit Æmil. I will in Calho's lodging lose this napkin, And let him find it Trifles light as air Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ. This may do tomething. The Moor already changes with my poisons : Dangerous conceits are in their nature poisons, (36)

(30) Dangerous conceits are in their nature poisons,) I cannot poflibly account for Mr.Pope's ostentation ot industry upon this passage. “ This line (says he) restored from the first edition, compleats the sense.” But, pray, let us observe the accuracy of this wonderful reftorer. The line, 'tis true, is in the first edition, but 'tis likewise in the first and second impreflions in Folio; 'tis in the Quarto of 1630; and 'tis in the editions put out by Mr Rowe; how then is it restored? Huic mandes, fi quid re&te curatum velis.

Which at the first are scarce found to distaste;
But, with a little act upon the blood,
Burn like the mines of fulpliur. *I did fay so.

Eriter OTHELLO.
Look, where he comes! not poppy, not mandro.
Nor all the drowsy fyrups of the world, [gora,
Shall ever med cine thee to that sweet sleep,
Which thou hadit yesterday.

Oth. Ha ! false to me! Iago. Why, how now, General ? no more of that. Oih. Avant! be gone! thou'st fet me on the rack: I swear 'tis better to be much abused, Than but to know little.

lago. How, my Lord? : Oih. What sense had l of her stolen hours of luft? I saw't not, thought it not, it harmed not me; I slept the next night well; was free and merry; I found not Caffio's kisses on her lips : He, that is robb’d, not wanting what is stolen, Let him not know't, and he's not robb’d at all.

logo. I am sorry to hear this. : Oih. I had been happy, if the general camp, (Poineers and all,) had tasted her sweet body, So I had nothing known. Oh now, for ever Farewel the tranquil mind! farewel content ! Farewel the plumed troops, and the big war, That make ambition virtue! oh, farewel ! Farewel the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The fpirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner, and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumitar.ce of glorious war! And, oh, you mortal engines, whole rude throats Th’immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewel! Othello's occupation's gone !

lago. Is't poftible, my Lord?

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Oth. Villain, be sure you prove my love a whore; Be sure of it: give me the ocular proof,

[Catching hold on him. Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul,

Thou hadīt been better have been born a dog,
Than answer my waked wrath.

lago. Is't come to this?

Oth. Make me to see't; or, at the least, so prove it
That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop,
To hang a doubt on: or, woe upon thy life!
Iago. My noble Lord-

Oib. If thou dost slander her, and torture me,
Never pray more; abandon all remorse ;
On horror's head horrors accumulate;
Do deưds to make Heaven weep, all earth amaz’d:
For nothing canst thou to damnation add,
Greater than that.

lago. Oh grace! oh Heaven defend me !
Are you a man? have you a foul ? or fonfe?
God be w' you; take mine office.----- wretched

That livest to make thine honesty a vice! [fool,
Oh monstrous world! take note, take note, oh world,
To be direct and honest, is not safe.
I thank you for this profit, and from hence
I'll love no friend, fith love breeds such offence.

Oth. Nay, stay-thou shouldlt be honeft---

lago. I should be wife, for honesty's a fool, And loses what it works for.

lago. By the world,
I think my

wife is honest; and think she is not;
I think that thou art just; and think thou art not;
I'll have some proof. Her name, that was as fresh
As Dian's vifage, is now begrim’dand black
As my own face. If there be cords, or knives,
Poison, or fire, or fuffocating streams,
I'll not endure'tar--'Would I were satisfied !
Vol. XII. .

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lag». I fee, Sir, you are eaten up with passion; I do repent me that I put it to you. You would be satisfied ?

Oth. Would? nay, and will.

lago. And may; but how? how satisfied, my Would you be supervisor, grofly gape on? [Lord? Behold her tupp'd ?

Oth. Death and damnation ! oh!

lago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think, To bring 'em to that prospect: damn them then, if ever mortal eyes do see them boliter, More than their own. What then? how then? What shall I say? where's satisfaction? It is impossible you should see this, Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys, As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross As ignorance made drunk. But yet, I say, If imputation and strong circumstances, Which lead directly to the door of truth, Will give you satisfaction, you might have't.

Oth. Give me a living reason she's disloyal.

lago. I do not like the office;
But fith I'm entered in this cause fo far,
Prick'd to't by foolish honesty and love,
I will go on.

I lay with Cassio lately,
And, being troubled with a raging tooth,
I could not fleep.------
There are a kind of men, fo loose of foul,
That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs;
One of this kind is Cassio :
In sleep I heard him say, - Sweet Desdemona,
« Let us be wary, let us hide our loyes !"
And then, Sir, would he gripe, and wring my hand;
Cry---- Oh sweet creature !” and then kiss me hard,
As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots,
That grew upon my lips; then lay his leg

Over my thigh, and sigh and kiss, and then
Cry, “Cursed Fate! that gave thee to the Moor."

Oth. Oh, monstrous ! inonstrous !
lago. Nay, this was but his dream.

Oth. But this denoted a foregone conclusion; 'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream.

lago. And this may help to thicken other proofs, That do demonstrate thinly.

Oth. I'll tear her all to pieces.

lago. Nay, but be wise; yet we see nothing done; She

may be honest yet.---Tell me but this, Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief, Spotted with strawberries, in your wife's hand ?

Oth. I gave her such a one, 'twas my first gift.

lago. I know not that; but such a handkerchief, (I'm fure it was your wife's), did I to-day See Callio wipe his beard with.

Oth. If it be that----

lag). If it be that, or any, if 'twis hers,
It speaks against her with the other proofs.

01h. Oh, that the slave had forty thousand lives!
One is too poor, too weak for my revenge.
Now do I fee 'tis true.----- Look here, lago,
All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven;
'Tis gone;----
Arise black vengeance from the hollow hell !
Yield up, oh love, thy crown and hearted throne
To tyrannous hate! swell bofom with thy fraught,
For 'tis of aspic's tongues.

lago. Yet be content.
Otb. Oh, blood, blood, blood------ [change.
lago. Patience, I fay; your mind, perhaps, may

Oih. Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea,
Whofe icy current and compulsive course,
Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on
To the Propontic, and the Hellefpont:

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