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Caf. Prithee fay true.

Jago. I am a very Villain elfe.
Oth. Have you fcoar'd me? well.

Caf. This is the Monkey's own giving out:
She is perfwaded I will marry her,

Out of her own Love and Flattery, not out of my promise. Oth. Fago beckons me: Now he begins the Story.

Caf. She was here even now; fhe haunts me in every place. I was the other Day talking on the Sea Bank with certain Venetians, and thither comes the Bauble, and falls me thus about my Neck----

Oth. Crying, oh dear Caffio, as it were: His gefture im ports it.

Caf. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me,

So fhakes, and pulls me. Ha, ha, ha---

Oth. Now he tells how the pluckt him to my Chamber: Oh, I fee that Nofe of yours, but not that Dog I fhall

throw it to.

Caf. Well, I muft leave her Company.

Jago. Before me; look where he comes.

Enter Bianca.

Caf. 'Tis fuch another Fitchew! marry, a perfum'd one: What do you mean by this haunting of me?

Bian. Let the Devil and his Damn haunt you; what did you mean by that fame Handkerchief you gave me even now? I was a fine Fool to take it: I muft take out the work? A likely piece of work, that you should find it in your Chamber, and know not who left it there. This is fome Minxe's token, and I must take out the work? There, give it your Hobbey-Horfe: Wherefoever you had it, I'll take out no work on't.

Caf. How now, my fweet Bianca?

How now? How now?

Oth. By Heav'n, that should be my Handkerchief.

Bian. If you'll come to Supper to Night, you may; if you will not, come when you are next prepar'd for. [Exit. Fago. After her, after her.

Caf. I muft, fhe'll rail in the Streets elfe.

Fago. Will you Sup there?

Caf. Yes, I intend fo.

Fage

Fago. Well, I chance to fee for I would very

fain fpeak with you.

may

Caf. Prithee, come, will you?
Jago. Go to, fay no more.

you;

Oth. How fhall I murther him, Jago?

[Exit Caf.

Jago. Did you perceive how he laugh'd at his Vice?

Oth. Oh, Fago!.

Jago. And did you fee the Handkerchief?

Oth. Was that mine?

Jago. Yours by this Hand: And to fee how he prizes the foolish Woman your Wife-She gave it him, and he hath given it his Whore.

Oth. I would have him nine Years a killing:

A fine Woman! a fair Woman! a fweet Woman!
Jago. Nay, you must forget that.

Oth. Ay, let her rot and perifh, and be damn'd to Night, for the fhall not live. No, my Heart is turn'd to Stone: I ftrike it, and it hurts my Hand. Oh, the World hath not a fweeter Creature- She might lye by an Emperor's

fide, and command him Tasks.

Jago. Nay, that's not your way.

Oth. Hang her, I do but fay what the isfo de

licate with her Needle

An admirable Musician. Oh,

The will fing the Savagenets out of a Bear: Of so high a plenteous Wit, and Invention!

Jago. She's the worfe for all this.

Oth. Oh, a thousand, a thousand times! And then of fo gentle a Condition!

Jago. Ay, too gentle.

Oth. Nay that's certain.

But yet the pity of it, Jago---Oh, Jago, the pity of it, Jago Fago. If you are fo fond over her Iniquity: Give her

patent to offend, for if it touch not you, it comes near no Body.

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Oth. I will chop her into Meffes: Cuckold me!

Jago. Oh, 'tis foul in her.

Oth. With mine Officer!

Jago. That's fouler.

Oth. Get me fome Poifon, Jago, this Night. I'll not expoftulate with her, left her Body and her Beauty unprovide my Mind again: This Night, Fagoi

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Jago.

Jago. Do it not with Poifon, ftrangle her in her Bed.
Even the Bed fhe hath contaminated.

Oth. Good, good:

The Juftice of it pleafes; very good.

Jago. And for Caffio, let me be his undertaker:
You thall hear more by midnight.

Enter Lodovico, Defdemona, and Attendants.
Oth. Excellent good---what Trumpet is that fame?
Jago. I warrant fomething from Venice,

'Tis Lodovico, this comes from the Duke.
See, your Wife's with him.

Lod. Save you, worthy General.

Oth. With all my Heart, Sir.

Lod. The Duke, and the Senators of Venice greet you.

[Gives him a Letter.

Oth. I kifs the Inftrument of their Pleafures.

Def. And what's the News, good Coufin Lodovico ?
Jago. I am very glad to fee you, Signior.

Welcome to Cyprus.

Lod. I thank you; how does Lieutenant Caffio?
Jago. Lives, Sir.

Def. Coufin, there's faln between him and my Lord
An unkind Breach: But you fhall make all well.
Oth. Are you fure of that?

Def. My Lord ?

Oth. This fail you not to do, as you will
Lod. He did not call; he's bufie in the Paper,
Is there divifion 'twixt my Lord and Caffio?
Def. A moft unhappy one; I would do much
T'atone them, for the Love I bear to Caffio.
Oth. Fire and Brimftone !

Def. My Lord.

Oth. Are you wife?

Def. What, is he angry?

Lod. May be the Letter mov'd him.

For as I think they do command him home,
Deputing Caffio in his Government.

Def. Trust me, I am glad on't.

Oth. Indeed!

Def. My Lord!

Oth. I am glad to fee you mad

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Def. I have not defery'd this.

Lod. My Lord, this would not be believ'd in Venice, Though I should fwear I faw't. Tis very much, Make her amends, fhe weeps.

Oth. Oh Devil, Devil!

If that the Earth could teem with Woman's Tears,
Each Drop fhe falls would prove a Crocodile :

Out of my Sight

Def. I will not ftay to offend you.
Lod. Truly obedient Lady:

I do beseech your Lordship call her back.
Oth. Mistress.

Def. My Lord.

Oth. What would you with her, Sir?
Lod. Who I, my Lord?

Oth. I! you did wish that I would make her turn:
Sir, fhe can turn and turn, and yet go on,
And turn again. And the can weep, Sir, weep.
And he's Obedient: As you fay Obedient.
Very Obedient-proceed you in your Tears-
Concerning this, Sir- oh well painted Paffion!----
I am commanded Home- -get you away!
I'll fend for you anon----Sir, I obey the Mandate.
And will return to Venice---Hence, avant!---
Caffio fhall have my place. And, Sir, to night
I do entreat, that we may Sup together.

You are welcome, Sir, to Cyprus

Goats and Monkies!

[Going.

[Exit Def.

Lod. Is this the Noble Moor, whom our full Senate
Call all in all fufficient? Is this the Nature

Whom Paffion could not shake? Whofe folid Virtue
The Shot of Accident, nor Dart of Chance
Could neither graze, nor pierce?

Fago. He is much chang'd.

Lod. Are his Wits fafe? Is he not of light Brain?
Jago. He's that he is; I may not breath my Cenfure.
What he might be, if what he might, he is not,
I would to Heav'n he were.

Lod. What, ftrike his Wife!

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[Exit.

Fago

Jago.'Faith that was not fo well; yet would I knew That ftroke would prove the worst.

Lod. Is it his use?

Or did the Letters work upon his Blood,
And new create his Fault?

Jago. Alas, alas !

It is not honefty in me to speak

What I have feen and known. You fhall obferve him,
And his own Courfes will denote him fo,

That I may fave my Speech; do but go after,
And mark how he continues.

Lod. I am forry that I am deceiv'd in him.

SCENE II. An Apartment.

Enter Othello and Emilia.

Qth. You have feen nothing then ?

Amil. Nor ever heard, nor ever did fufpect. Oth. Yes, you have feen Caffio and the together. Emil. But then I faw no harm; and then I heard Each Syllable that breath made up between them. Oth. What? Did they never whifper?

Amil. Never, my Lord.

Oth. Nor fend you out o'th' way?

Emil. Never.

[Exeum.

Oth. To fetch her Fan, her Gloves, her Mask, nor nothing? Amil. Never, my Lord.

Oth. That's ftrange!

Amil. I durft, my Lord, to wager she is honeft,
Lay down my Soul at Stake; if you think other,
Remove your thought, it doth abuse your Bosom.
If any wretch hath put this in your Head,
Let Heav'n requite it with the Serpent's Curse,
For if the be not honeft, chaft and true,

There's no Man happy, the pureft of their Wives,
Is foul as Slander.

[Exit Emilia.

Oth. Bid her come hither, go;
She fays enough; yet fhe's a fimple Bawd
That cannot fay as much. This is a fubtle Whore,
A Cloffet-lock and Key of villanous Secrets;

And yet he'll kneel, and pray; I have feen her do't.

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