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He's never any thing but your true servant.
Def. I know't, I thank you ; you do love my Lord,
Caf. Ay, but, lady,
Dej. Do not doubt that; before Æmilia here,
Enter Othello, and Iago, at distance.
Caf. Madam, not now; I am very ill at ease,
Def. Well, do your discretion. [Exit Caffio.
Oth. I believe, 'twas he.
Oth. Who is’t you mean?
Def. Why, your lieutenant Caffio. Good my Lord,
Def. I, footh, fo humbled,
Oth. Not now, sweet Desdemona ; some other time.
Oth. I shall not dine at home;
Des. Why then to-morrow night, or Tuesday morn,
would ask me, that I would deny,
Oth. Pr’ythee, no more ; let him come when he will, I will deny thee nothing.
Def. Why, this is not a boon : : 'Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves, Or feed on nouriling meats, or keep you warm ;
Or fue to you, to do peculiar profit
Oth. I will deny thee nothing.
Def. Shall I deny you ? no : Farewel, my Lord.
fancies teach you: Whate'er you be, I am obedient.
lago. My noble Lord,
Iago. Did Michael Celio, when you woo'd my lady, Know of your love ?
Oth. He did, from first to last ; why dost thou ask ?
lago. But for a satisfaction of my thought, No farther harm.
Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago? lago. I did not think, he'd been acquainted with it.
(22) Excellent Wretch! Perdition catch my Soul,
But I do love thee ; &c.] Tho' all the printed Copies concur in this Reading, I think it is very reasonably to be suspected. Oibello is exclaiming here with Admiration and rapturous Fondneis : but Wretch can scarce be admitted to be used, unless in Compaffion or Contempt. I make no question, but the Poet wrote;
· Perdition catch my. Soul, &c.
It is to be observ’d, that, in SHAKESPEARE's time, Werch, Lass, and Girl were not used in that low and vulgar Acceptation as they are at this time of day; but very frequently w.th Dignity.
Oth. Oh, yes, and went between us very oft. lago. Indeed!
Oih. Indeed! ay, indeed. Discern'ft thou aught in that? Is he not honest
Jago. Honest, my Lord ?
Oth. Think, my Lord! why, by heav'n, thou ccho'st me;
wife. What did ft not like? And when I told thee, he was of my counsel, In my whole course of wooing; thou cry'dft, indeed? And didft contract and purse thy brow together, As if thou then hadft shut up in thy brain Some horrible conceit: if thou doft love me, Shew me thy thought.
lago. My Lord! you know, I love you.
Oih. I think, thou doft:
Iago. For Michael Cafio,
Oth. I think so too.
lago. Men should be what they seem. Or those that be not, 'would they might seem none!
Oth. Certain, men should be what they seem.
Oth. Nay, yet there's more in this ;
As thou doft ruminate ; and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words.
lago. Good my Lord, pardon me. Tho I am bound to every act of duty, I am not bound to that, all slaves are free to ; Utter my thoughts !-Why, say, they're vile and false; As where's that Palace, whereinto foul things Sometimes intrude not? who has a breast fo pure, But some uncleanly apprehensions Keep leets and law-days, and in sessions sit With meditations lawful?
Oth. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, lago, If thou but think'st him wrong'd, and mak’ft his ear A ftranger to thy thoughts.
Iago. I do beseech you,
Oth. What dost thou mean?
lago. Good name in inan and woman, dear my Lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls. Who steals my pure,iteals trash ; 'tis something, nothing; "Twas mine, 'tis his; and has been slave to thousands; But he, that filches from me my good name, Robs me of that, which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
Oth. I'll know thy thoughts
lago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand; Nor ihall not, whilst 'tis in my custody.
lago. Oh, beware, my Lord, of jealousy; It is a green-ey'd monster, which doth mock