Oth. What fenfe had I of her ftoll'n hours of luft ? He, that is robb'd, not wanting what is ftoll'n, Oth. I had been happy, if the general camp, Pride, pomp, and circumflance of glorious war! Iago. Is't poffible, my Lord? Oth. Villain, be fure, thou prove my love a whore; Be fure of it: give me the ocular proof, [Catching held on him. Or, by the worth of mine eternal foul, Thou hadst been better have been born a dog,' Iago. Is't come to this ? Oth. Make me to fee't; or, at the leaft, fo That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop, To hang a doubt on: or, woe upon thy life! Jago. My noble Lord prove Oth. If thou doft flander her, and torture me, Never pray more; abandon all remorfe; On horrors head horrors accumulate; Do deeds to make heav'n weep, all earth amaz'd; Greater than that. Iago. Oh grace! oh heav'n defend me! Are you a man? have you a foul? or fenfe? N 3 it God God be w' you; take mine office.-O wretched fool, That liv'ft to make thine honefty a vice! Oh monftrous world! take note, take note, oh world, I thank you for this profit, and from hence Oth. By the world, I think, my wife is honeft; and think, fhe is not; As my 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 fupervifor, grofly gape on? Behold her tupp'd? Oth. Death and damnation! oh! lago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think, It is impoffible you fhould fee this, Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys, But ince I'm enter'd in this caufe fo far,' Prick'd Prick'd to't by foolish honefty and love, There are a kind of men, fo loofe of foul, In fleep I heard him say, "Sweet Defdemona, "Let us be wary, let us hide our loves!" And then, Sir, would he gripe, and wring my hand; That grew upon my lips; then lay his leg Iago. Nay, 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; She may be honeft yet.. Tell me but this, Have you not fometimes feen a handkerchief, Oth. If it be that- Iago. If it be that, or any, if 'twas hers, Arife, black vengeance, from the hollow heil! N 4 То To tyrannous hate! fwell, bofom, with thy fraught, For 'tis of afpicks' tongues. Iago. Yet be content. Oth. Oh, blood, blood, blood Iago. Patience, I fay; your mind, perhaps, may change. Oth: Never, Iago. Like to the Pontick fea, Even fo my bloody thoughts with violent pace 'Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up: -Now, by yond marble heav'n, In the due rev'rence of a facred vow I here engage my words Iago. Do not rife yet: Witnefs, you ever-burning lights above! The execution of his wit, hands, heart, 1 [He kneels. [Iago kneels To wrong'd Othello's fervice. Let him command, (23) Nor, to obey, fhall be in me Remorfe, What bloody bufinefs 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 fay, That Caffio's not alive. lago. My friend is dead; 'Tis done at your requeft, But, let her live. (23) Let bim command, And to obey fhall be in me Remorse, What bloody Bufinefs ever.] Thus all the old Copies, to the manifeft Depravation of the Poet's Senfe. Mr. Pope has attempted an Emendation, but with his old Luck and Dexterity.' Not to obey shall be in me Remorfe, &c. itwd I read, with the Change only of a fingle Letter; Nor, to obey, fhall be in me Remorfe, &cit', a i. e. Let your commands be ever fo bloody, Remorfe and Companion fhall not reftrain me from obeying them, Oth, Orb. 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.Jago. I am your own for ever. 1345A [Excunt. SCENE, another Apartment in the Palace. Enter Desdemona, Æmilia, and Clown. Def. Clown. I dare not fay, he lies any where. O you know, firrah, where Lieutenant Cafio lies? Def. Why, man ?) ก Clown. He's a foldier; and for me to fay, a foldier lies, 'tis ftabbing. Def. Go to; where lodges he? Clown. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you where I lie. D. Can any thing be made of this? Clown. I know not where he lodges; and for me to devife a lodging, and fay, he lies here, or he lies there, were to lie 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, (24) 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 compass of man's wit, and therefore I will attempt the doing of it. (24) Clown. I will catechize the World for him; [Exit Clown, That is, make Questions, and by them anfwer] This Cleton is a Fool to fome purpofe. He was to go feek for one; he fays, he will as for him, and by his own Queftions make Anfwer. Without doubt, we ould read ; -and bid them anftver. i, e. the World; thofe, whom he queftions. Mr. Warburton. N 5 Dif. |