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Whom I, with all the duty of my heart,
Intirely honour. I would not be delay'd;
If my offence be of fuch mortal kind,

That neither service paft, nor present sorrows,
Nor purpos'd merit in futurity

Can ranfom me into his love again;

3 But to know fo, must be my benefit. So fhall I clothe me in a forc'd content,

* And shoot myself up in fome other course, To fortune's alms.

Def. Alas! thrice-gentle Caffio,

My advocation is not now in tune;

My Lord is not my Lord; nor fhould I know him, Were he in favour, as in humour, alter'd.

So help me every spirit fanctified,

As I have spoken for you all my beft;

And ftood within the blank of his difpleasure,

For my free speech! You must a-while be patient
What I can do, I will: and more I will

Than for myself I dare. Let that suffice you.
Iago. Is my Lord angry?

Emil. He went hence but now;

And, certainly, in ftrange unquietness.

Iago. Can he be angry? I have seen the Cannon, When it hath blown his ranks into the air,

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And, like the Devil, from his very arm

Puft his own brother; and can he be angry ? Something of moment then. I will go meet him. There's matter in't, indeed, if he be angry. [Exit.

SCENE

XII.

Manent Defdemona, Æmilia, and Caffio."

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Def. I pr'ythee, do fo.-Something, fure, of State, Either from Venice, of fome unhatch'd practice, Made here demonftrable in Cyprus to him,

Hath puddled his clear fpirit; and, in fuch cases,
Men's natures wrangle with inferior things,
Tho' great ones are their object. 'Tis ev'n fo.
8 For let our finger ake, and it endues
Our other healthful members with a sense
Of pain. Nay, we must think, men are not Gods;
Nor of them look for fuch obfervance always,
As fits the bridal. Befhrew me much, Emilia,
I was, unhandfome warrior as I am,
Arraigning his unkindness with my foul;
But now I find, I had fuborn'd the witness,
And he's indited falfely.

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Emil. Pray heaven, it be

State-matter, as you think; and no conception,
Nor jealous toy concerning you.

Def. Alas-the-day, I never gave him cause.

Emil. But jealous fouls will not be anfwer'd fo; They are not ever jealous for a cause;

But jealous, for they're jealous. It's a monfter.
Begot upon itself, born on itself.

Def. Heaven keep that monster from Othello's

mind!

Emil. Lady, amen.

Def. I will go feek him. Caffio, walk hereabout If I do find him fit, I'll move your fuit, And seek t' effect it to my uttermost. Caf. I humbly thank your Ladyship.

[Exeunt Defdemona and Æmilia at one door; Caffio, at the other.

SCENE

XIII.

Changes to the Street before the Palace.

Re-enter Caffio, meeeting Bianca.

Bian. Caf. What makes you from home?
AVE you, friend Caffio.
How is it with you, my most fair Bianca?
Indeed, sweet Love, I was coming to your house.
Bian. And I was going to your lodging, Caffio.
What? keep a week away? feven days and nights?
Eightscore eight hours? and lovers' abfent hours,
More tedious than the dial, eightscore times?
Oh weary reck❜ning!

Caf. Pardon me, Bianca:

I have this while with leaden thoughts been prest;

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But I fhall in a more convenient time

Strike off this score of abfence.

Sweet Bianca,

[Giving her Desdemona's Handkerchief.

Take me this work out.

Bian. Oh Caffio, whence came this?
This is some token from a newer friend:
Of thy felt abfence now I feel a cause.
Is't come to this? well, well.
Caf. Go to, woman,

Throw your vile gueffes in the Devil's teeth, A
From whence you have them. You are jealous

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That this is from fome miftrefs, fome remembrance? No, in good truth, Bianca.

Bian. Why, whofe is it?
Caf. I know not neither.

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I found it in my cham

I like the work well; ere it be demanded,
As like enough it will, I'd have it copied :
Take it, and do't, and leave me for this time.
Bian. Leave you? wherefore?

Caf. I do attend here on the General,
And think it no addition, nor my wish,
To have him fee me woman'd.

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Bian. Why, I pray you?

Caf. Not that I love you not.

Bian. But that you do not love me. pray you, bring me on the way a little; And fay, if I fhall fee you foon at night?

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Caf. 'Tis but a little way that I can bring you, For I attend here. But I'll fee you foon.

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Bian. Tis very good; I must be circumftanc'd.

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WILL you think fo?

Oth. Think fo, Iago?

lago. What, to kifs in private?

Oth. An unauthoriz'd kifs.

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Iago. Or to be naked with her friend in bed,

An hour or more, not meaning any harm?

Oth. Naked in bed, Iago, and not mean harm? It is hypocrify against the Devil:

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