As mine own face. If there be cords or knives, I'll not endure't. Would I were fatisfied! Iago. I fee, Sir, you are eaten up with paffion; I do repent me that I put it to you. You would be fatisfied? Oth. Would? nay, and will. Iago. And may; but how? how fatisfied, my Lord? Would you be supervisor, grofly gape on? Behold her tupp'd? Oth. Death and damnation! oh! Iago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think, It is impoffible you should fee this, Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys, But fith I'm entred in this caufe so far, And then, Sir, would he gripe, and wring my hand, 6 Their And And grew upon my lips; then lay his leg Iago. This was but his dream. Oth. But this denoted a fore-gone conclufion; Oth. I'll tear her all to pieces. Iago. Nay, but be wife; yet we fee nothing done; Otb. If it be that Iago. If it be that, or any, if 'twas hers, Arife, black vengeance, from the hollow hell! Iago. Yet be content. Qtb. O blood, blood, blood Iago. Patience, I fay; your mind may change. Oth. Never, Iago. Like the Pontick fea, Whofe icy current and compulfive course Shall Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love; Swallow them up Now by yond marble heav'n, In the due rev'rence of a facred vow, Iago. Do not rife yet: Witnefs, you ever-burning lights above! [He kneels. [Iago kneels. To wrong'd Othello's fervice. Let him command, 7 'Nor to obey fhall 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 inftant put thee to't: Within these three days let me hear thee say, That Caffio's not alive. Iago. My friend is dead; 'Tis done at your request. But let her live. Oth. Damn her, lewd minx! oh damn her, damn her! Come go with me apart; I will withdraw To furnish me with fome fwift means of death For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant. S CEN E IX. Another Apartment in the Palace. Enter Defdemona, Emilia, and Clown. [Exeunt. Def. Do you know, firrah, where lieutenant Cassio lyes? Clown. I dare not fay he lies any where. Def. Why, man? Clown. He's a foldier, and for me to fay a foldier lies, 'tis ftabbing. Def. Go to; where lodges he? 7 And... old edit. Theob, emend. Clown. 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 fay 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 'bid` them anfwer. 8 Def. 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 compafs of man's wit, and therefore I will attempt the doing of it. [Exit Clown. Def. Where fhould I lofe the handkerchief, Emilia? Emil. I know not, Madam.. Def. Believe me, I had rather have loft my purse Full of cruzadoes. And but my noble Moor Is true of mind, and made of no fuch 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 fuch humours from him. Emil. Look where he comes. Def. I will not leave him now, till Caffio be Call'd to him. How is it with you, my Lord? Oth. Well, my good Lady. Oh hardness to diffemble! How do you, Desdemona? Def. Well, my Lord. [Afide. Oth. Give me your hand; this hand is moist, my Lady. Def. It yet hath felt no age, nor known no forrow. Oth. This argues fruitfulness, and liberal heart: Hot, hot, and moift this hand of yours requires A fequefter from liberty; fafting and prayer, For here's a young and fweating devil here, Def. You may, indeed, fay fo; 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. Def I cannot speak of this; come now your promise. Oth. What promise, chuck? Def. I have fent to bid Caffio come fpeak with you. Oth. I have a falt and forry rheum offends me; Lend me thy handkerchief. Def. Here, my Lord. Oth. That which I gave you. Def. I have it not about me. Oth. Not? Def. No indeed, my Lord. That handkerchief Did an Egyptian to my mother give; She was a charmer, and could almoft read The thoughts of people. She told her, while fhe kept it, 'Twould make her amiable, fubdue father my Intirely to her love; but if fhe loft it Or made a gift of it, my father's eye And bid me, when my fate would have me wiv'd, Def. Is't poffible? Oth. 'Tis true; there's magick in the web of it; A Sybill that hath numbred in the world. 9 Of the fun's courfe two hundred compaffes, In Alfrank one. The hearts, of old, gave hands;.. old edit. Warb. emend. 2 The fun to |