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As mine own face. If there be cords or knives,
Poison, or fire, or suffocating steams,
P'll not endure't. Would I were satisfied !

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

Otb. Would? nay, and will.

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

Otb. Death and damnation ! oh!

Iago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think,
To bring 'em to that prospect: damn them then,
If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster
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.

Otb. Give me a living reason the's difoyal.

Iago. I do not like the office ;
But lith I'm entred in this caufe so far,
Prick'd to't by foolish honesty and love,
I will go on.

I lay with Casio lately,
And being troubled with a raging tooth,
I could not Neep there are a kind of men
So loose of soul, that in their sleeps will mutter
. All their affairs: one of this kind is Cafio:
In Neep I heard him fay, Sweet Desdemona,
Let us be wary, let us bide our loves.
And then, Sir, would he gripe, and wring my hand,
Cry — O sweet creature ! and then kiss me hard,
As if he pluckt up kisses by the roots

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And grew upon my lips ; then lay his leg
Over my thigh, and sigh and kiss, and then
Cry, Cursed fare! tbai gave thee to the Moor.

Oib. Oh monstrous! monstrous !
Iago. This was but his dream.

Otb. But this denoted a fore-gone conclusion ; 'Tis a shrewd doubt, tho' it be but a dream.

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

Orb. 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?
Otb. I gave her such a one; 'cwas my first gift.

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

Otb. If it be that

lago. If it be that, or any, if 'cwas hers, It speaks against her with the other proofs.

Otb. On that the Nave had forty thousand lives!
One is too poor, too weak for my revenge.
Now do I Ice 'cis true: ---Look' here, lago,
All my fond love thus do I blow to heav'n:

'Tis gone

Arise, black vengeance, from the hollow hell!
Yield up, oh love, thy crown and hearted throne
To tyrannous hate! (well, bofom, with chy fraught,
For 'tis of aspicks tongues.

Iago. Yet be content.
Qib. O blood, blood, blood
Iago. Patience, I sayyour mind may change.
Otb. Never, Iago. Like the Pontick fea,
Whose icy current and compulsive course
Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on
To the Propontick, and the Hellespont :
Even fo my bloody thoughts with violent pace

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Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love;
Till that a capable and wide revenge
Swallow them up — Now by yond marble heav'n,
In the due rev'rence of a sacred vow,

[He kneels

. I here engage my words Iago. Do not rise yet :

[Iago kneels. Witness, you ever-burning lights above! You elements that clip us round about ! Witness, that here Iago doth give up The execution of his wit, hands, heart, To wrong'd Othello's service. Let him command, 7 'Nor to obey shall be in me remorse, What bloody business ever.

Oth. I greet thy love, Not with vain thanks but with acceptance bounteous, And will upon the instant put thee to't: Within these three days let me hear thee fay, That Callio's not alive.

Iago. My friend is dead; 'Tis done at your request. But let her live.

Oib. Damn her, lewd minx! oh damn her, 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.

S C Ε Ν Ε IX.
Another Apartment in the Palace.

Enter Desdemona, Æmilia, and Clown.
Des. Do you know, firrah, where lieutenant Casio lyes?

Clown. I dare not say he lies any where. Def. Why, man?

Clown. He's a soldier, and for me to say a soldier lies, 'cis ftabbing Def. Go to; where lodges he?

Cloten. And ...old edit. Tl.cob. emend.

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Clown. To tell you where he lodges is to tell you where I lie.

Def. Can any thing be made of this? :

Clown. I know not where he lodges ; and for me to devise a lodging, and say he lyes hére, or he lyes there, were to lye in mine own throat.

Def. Can you enquire him out ? and be edified by report?

Clown. I will catechize the world for him, that is, make questions, and s/bid them answer.

Des. Seek him, bid him come hither ; tell him, I have mov'd my Lord on his behalf, and hope all will be well.

Clown. To do this is within the compass of man's wit, and therefore I will attempt the doing of it. (Exit Clown.

Def. Where should I lose the handkerchief, Æmilia?
Æmil. I know not, Madam..

Def. 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.

Amil. Is he not jealous ?

Def. Who,' he? I think the Sun where he was born Drew all such humours from him.

Æmil. Look where he comes.

Def. I will not leave him now, till Callio be Call’d to him. How is it with you, my Lord ? s C Ε Ν Ε X.

Enter Othello.
Oth. Well, my good Lady. Oh hardness to diffemble!

[ Aside. How do you, Desdemona ?

Def. Well, my Lord. Oth, Give me your hand ; this hand is moist, my Lady. Des. It yet hath felt no age, nor known no forrow. Otb. This argues fruitfulness, and liberal heart : Hot, hot, and moist this hand of yours requires

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A fequefter 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,
S'A very frank one.

Def. You may, indeed, say so;
For 'twas that hand that gave away my heart.

Oth. A liberal hand. The hands of old gave hearts; But our new heraldry is hands, not hearts.

Del I cannot speak of this ; come now your promise.
Oih. What promise, chuck ?
Des. I have sent to bid Caffio come speak with you.

Oih. I have a salt and sorry rheum offends me ;
Lend me thy handkerchief,

Def. Here, my Lord.
Oil. That which I gave you.
Des. I have it not about me.
Oth. Not?
Def. No indeed, my Lord.

Oth. That's a fault. That handkerchief
Did an Ægyptian 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, subdue my

father
Intirely to her love ; but if she loft it
Or made a gift of it, my father's eye
Should hold her loathed, and his spirits hunt
After new fancies. She, dying, gave it me,
And bid me, when my fate would have me wird,
To give it her. I did so, and take heed on't ;
Make it a darling like your precious eye ;
To lose’t or give't away, were such perdition
As nothing else could match.

Del. Is't possible?

Oth. 'Tis true ; there's magick in the web of it; A Sybill that hath numbred in the world. s 'Of the sun's course two hundred compasses, Jn

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