She was a charmer, and could almost read
The thoughts of people: she told her, while
she kept it,

[ther

my fa

Twould make her amiable, and subdue
Entirely to her love; but if she lost it,
Or made a gift of it, my father's eye [hunt
Should hold her loathly, and his spirits should
After new fancies: She, dying, gave it me;
And bid me, when my fate would have me
wive,

To give it her. I did so and take heed of't,
Make it a darling like your precious eye;
To lose or give't away, were such perdition,
As nothing else could match.

Des. Is it possible?

Exist, and be a member of his love,
Whom I, with all the duty of my heart,
Entirely honour; I would not be delay'd:
If my offence be of such mortal kind,
That neither service past, nor present sorrows,
Nor purpos'd merit in futurity,

Can ransom me into his love again,
But to know so must be my benefit;
So shall I clothe me in a forc'd content,
And shut myself up in some other course,
To fortune's alms.

Des. Alas! thrice-gentle Cassio,
My advocation is not now in tune;
My lord is not my lord; nor should I know him,
Were he in favour, as in humour, alter'd.
So help me, every spirit sanctified,

As I have spoken for you all my best;
And stood within the blank + of his displeasure,
For my free speech! You must awhile be
patient:

What I can do, I will; and more I will,

Oth. 'Tis true, there's magic in the web of it: Than for myself I dare: let that suffice you.

A sibyl, that had number'd in the world

The sun to make two hundred compasses,
In her prophetic fury sew'd the work;

The worms were hallow'd, that did breed the

silk;

And it was died in mummy, † which the skilful
Conserv'd of maidens' hearts.

Des. Indeed! is't true?

Oth. Most veritable; therefore look to't well. Des. Then 'would to heaven that I had never seen it.

Des. It is not lost; But what an if it were?
Oth. Ha!

Des. I say, it is not lost.

Oth. Fetch't, let me see it.

Des. Why, so I can, Sir, but I will not now;
This is a trick, to put me from my suit;
I pray, let Cassio be receiv'd again.

OA. Fetch me that handkerchief; my mind
misgives.

Des. Come, come;

You'll never meet a more sufficient man.

Oth. The handkerchief,——

Des. I pray, talk me of Cassio.

Oth. The handkerchief,

Des. A man that, all his time,

Hath founded his good fortune on your love;

Star'd dangers with you;

Oth. The handkerchief,

Des. In sooth,

You are to blame.

Oth. Away!

Iago. Is my lord angry?

Emil. He went hence but now,

And certainly in strange unquietness.

Iago. Can he be angry? I have seen the can-
non,

When it hath blown his ranks into the air,
And, like the devil, from his very arm
Puff'd his own brother;-And can he be an-
gry?

Something of moment, then: I will go meet
him;

There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry.

state,

Des. I pr'ythee, do so.-Something, sure, of [Exit TAGO. Either from Venice; or some unhatch'd practice, t

Made démonstrable here in Cyprus to him,-
Hath puddled his clear spirit; and, in such

cases,

Men's natures wrangle with inferior things,
|Though great ones are their object. 'Tis even
For let our finger ache, and it endues
[so;
Our other healthful members ev'n to that

sense

Of pain: Nay, we must think, men are not
Nor of them look for such observances [gods;
As fit the bridal. -Beshrew me much, Emilia,
I was (unhandsome warrior as I am,)
Arraigning his unkindness with my soul;
But now I find, I had suborn'd the witness,
And he's indited falsely.

Emil. Pray heaven, it be state matters, as
you think;

And no conception, nor no jealous toy,
Concerning you.

Des. Alas, the day! I never gave him cause.
Emil. But jealous souls will not be an-
swered so;

[Exit OTHELLO. They are not ever jealous for the cause,

Emil. Is not this man jealous?
Des. 1 ne'er saw this before.
Sure, there's some wonder in this handker-

chief:

I am most unhappy in the loss of it.

Emil. Tis not a year or two shows us a man: They are all but stomachs, and we all but food; They eat as hungerly, and when they are full, They belch us. Look you! Cassio, and my husband.

Enter LAGO and Cassio. Iago. There is no other way; 'tis she must do't;

And, lo, the happiness! go, and impórtune ber. Des. How now, good Cassio? what's the news with you?

Cas. Madam, my former suit: I do beseech

Or heard him say,-As knaves be such abroad
Who having, by their own importunate suit,
Or voluntary dotage of some inistress,

I have this while with leaden thoughts been Convinced or supplied them, cannot choose

lago. With her, on her; what you will.

Oth. Lie with her! lie on her!-We say, lie on her, when they belie her: Lie with her: that's fulsome.- Handkerchief, coufessions,handkerchief.-To confess, and be hanged for his

Cas. I know not, sweet: I found it in my labour. +-First to be hanged, and then to coll

Iago. Why then, 'tis her's, my lord; and be- Which they dare swear peculiar; your case is

And mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable scorns,

That dwell in every region of his face:
For I will make him tell the tale anew,-
Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when
He hath, and is again to cope your wife;
I say, but mark his gesture.

Marry, patience;
Or I shall say, you are all in all in spleen,
And nothing of a man.

Oth. Dost thou hear, lago?

I will be found most cunning in my patience; But (dost thou hear ?) most bloody.

Iago. That's not amiss;

Bat yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw;
[OTHELLO withdraws.
Now will I question Cassio of Bianca,
A housewife, that, by selling her desires,
Bays herself bread and clothes: it is a creature,
That dotes on Cassio,-as 'tis the strumpet's

Iago. Something from Venice, sure. 'Tis
Lodovico,

Come from the duke: and, see, your wife is
with him.

Enter LODOVICO, DESDEMONA, and Attendants.
Lod. 'Save you, worthy general !
Oth. With all my heart, Sir.
Lod. The duke and senators of Venice greet
you.
[Gives him a Packet.
Oth. I kiss the instrument of their pleasures.
[Opens the Packet and reads.
Des. And what's the news, good cousin Lo-

dovico ?

Iago. I am very glad to see you, signior;
Welcome to Cyprus.

Lod. I thank you : How does lieutenant
Cassio?

lago. Lives, Sir.

What he might be, if what he might, he is not,-
I would to heaven, he were.

Lod. What, strike his wife!

Iago. 'Faith, that was not so well; Yet 'wonld
[I knew,
That stroke would prove the worst.
Lod. Is it his use?

Or did the letters work upon his blood,
And new-create this fault?

Iago. Alas, alas!

It is not honesty in me to speak

What I have seen and known. You shall ob
serve him

And his own courses will denote him so,
That I may save my speech: Do but go after,

Des. Cousin, there's fallen between him and And mark how he continues.
my lord

An unkind breach: but you shall make all well.
Oth. Are you sure of that?

Des. My lord?

Oth. This fuil you not to do, as you will

[Reads.

Sir, she can turn and turn, and yet go on,
And turn again; and she can weep, Sir, weep;
And she's obedient, as you say,-obedient,—
Very obedient ;-Proceed you in your tears.-
Concerning this, Sir,-O well-painted passion!
I am commanded home :-Get you away;
I'll send for you anon.-Sir, I obey the man-
date,

And will return to Venice ;-Hence ;-avaunt!
[Exit DESDEMONA.
Cassio shall have my place. And,-Sir, to-
night,

I do entreat that we may sup together.
You are welcome, Sir, to Cyprus.-Goats, and

monkies!

Lod. Is this the noble Moor whom our full senate

Lod. I am sorry that I am deceiv'd in him.

[Exeunt. SCENE II-A Room in the Castle. Enter OTHELLO and EMILIA.

Oth. You have seen nothing then?
Emil. Nor ever heard; nor ever did suspect.
Oth. Yes, you have seen Cassio and she to-
gether.

Emil. But then I saw no harm, and then I
beard.
[them.

Each syllable that breath made up between
Oth. What, did they never whisper ?
Emil. Never, my lord.

Oth. Nor send you out o'the way?
Emil. Never.

Oth. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask,
nor nothing?

Emil. Never, my lord.

Oth. That's strange.

Emil. I durst, my lord, to wager she is bo

nest, (other, Lay down my soul at stake: if you think Remove your thought; it doth abuse your

bosom.

Let heaven requite it with the serpent's curse!
If any wretch hath put this in your head,

For if she be not honest; chaste, and true,
There's no man happy; the purest of their
[wives

Is foul as slander.

Oth. Bid her come hither :-go

[Exit EMILIA. She says enough :-yet she's a simple bawd, That cannot say as much. This is a subtle whore,

A closet-lock-and-key of villanous secrets:
And yet she'll kneel and pray; 1 have seen
her do't.

Re-enter EMILIA with DESDEMONA.
Des. My lord, what is your will?
Oth. Pray, chuck, come hither.
Des. What is your pleasure?
Oth. Let me see your eyes;
Look in my face.

Des. What horrible fancy's this?
Oth. Some of your function, mistress;
[To EMILIA.
Leave procreants alone, and shut the door;
Cough, or cry hem, if any body come:
Your mystery, your mystery ;-nay, despatch.
[Brit EMILIA.
Des. Upon my knees, what doth your speech
import ?
I understand a fury in your words,
But not the words.

Oth. Why, what art thou?

Des. Your wife, my lord; your true
And loyal wife.

[Exit.

[ture

Call all-in-all sufficient?-This the noble Whom passion could not shake? whose virtue

na

solid

Oth. Come, swear it, damn thyself;

The shot of accident, nor dart of chance,
Could neither graze nor pierce ?

Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils them.

(damu'd,

OF VENICE

Des. Heaven doth truly know it.

Oth. Heaven truly knows, that thou art false as hell.

Des. To whom, my lord? with whom? How
am I false?

Oth. O Desdemona !-away! away! away!
Des. Alas, the heavy day!-Why do you
Weep?

Am I the occasion of these tears, my lord?
I, haply, you my father do suspect,

An instrument of this your calling back,

madam, what's the matter with my lord?

Des. With who?

Emil. Why, with my lord, madam.
Des. Who is thy lord?

Emil. He that is your's, sweet lady.

Des. I have none; Do not talk to me, Emi-
lia;

I cannot weep; nor answer I have none,
But what should go by water.

night

Pr'ythee, to

Lay not your blame on me; if you have lost him, Lay on my bed my wedding sheets,-remem

Why, I have lost him too.

Oth. Had it pleas'd heaven

To try me with affliction; had he rain'd

All kinds of sores and shames on my bare
head;

Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips;
Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes;
I should have found in some part of my soul
A drop of patience: but (alas !) to make me
A fixed figure for the hand of scorn
To point his slow unmoving finger at,--

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Yet could I bear that too; well, very well:
But there, where I have garner'd up my heart,
Where either I must live, or bear no life,
The fountain from the which my current runs,
Or else dries up; to be discarded thence!
Or keep it as a cistern, for foul toads
To knot and gender in-turn thy complexion
there!

Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubim ;
Ay, there, look grim as hell!

Des. I hope, my noble lord esteems me ho-
nest.

Oth. O ay; as summer flies are in the sham-
bles,

That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed,
Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet,
That the sense aches at thee.-Would, thou
had'st ne'er been born!

Des. Alas! what ignorant sin have I commit-
ted?

Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly
book,

Made to write whore upon? What committed!
Committed 1-0 thou public commoner !
I should make very forges of my cheeks,
That would to cinders burn up modesty,
Did I but speak thy deeds.-What committed!
Heaven stops the nose at it, and the moon

winks;

The bawdy wind, that kisses all it meets,
Is hush'd within the hollow mine of earth,
And will not hear it: What committed!
Lampadent strumpet!

Des. By heaven, you do me wrong.
Oth. Are not you a strumpet?
Des. No, as I am a Christian :
If to preserve this vessel for my lord,
From any other foul unlawful touch,
Be-not to be a strumpet, I am none.
Oth. What, not a whore?
Des. No, as I shall be saved.
O. Is it possible ?

Des. O heaven, forgive us!
Oth. I cry you mercy, then:

I took you for that cunning whore of Venice,
That married with Othello.-You, mistress,

Re-enter EMILIA.

That have the office opposite to Saint Peter,
And keep the gate of hell; You! you! ay, you!
We have done our course; there's money for
your pains;

I pray you turn the key, and keep our counsel.
[Exit.
Emil. Alas, what does this gentlemen con-
ceive?

Low do you, madam? how do you, my good
lady?

Du. 'Faith, half asleep.

• Treasured up.

ber;

And call thy husband hither.

Emil. Here is a change, indeed!

[Exit.

Des. 'Tis meet I should be us'd so, very

meet.

How have I been behav'd, that he might stick
The small'st opinion on my great'st abuse?

Re-enter EMILIA, with lAGO.

Iago. What is your pleasure, madam? How is it with you?

Des. I cannot tell. Those, that do teach young babes,

1

Do it with gentle means and easy tasks:
He might have chid me so; for, in good faith,
I am a child to chiding.

Iago. What's the matter, lady?

Emil. Alas, Iago, my lord hath so bewhor'd

ber,

Thrown such despite and heavy terms upon her,
As true hearts cannot bear.

Des. Am I that name, Iago?
Iago. What name, fair lady?

Des. Such as, she says, my lord did say I

was.

Emil. He call'd her, whore ; a beggar, in his

drink,

Could not have laid such terms upon his callet.⚫
Iago, Why did be so?

Des. I do not know; I am sure I am none

such.

Iago. Do not weep, do not weep; Alas, the
day !

Emil. Has she forsook so many noble matches,
Her father, and her country, and her friends,
To be call'd-whore? would it not make one

weep?

Des. It is my wretched fortune.
Iago. Besbrew him for it l

How comes this trick upon him?

Des. Nay, heaven doth know.

Emil. I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain, Some busy and insinuating rogue,

Some cogging cozening slave, to get some of

fice,

[else.

Hath not devis'd this slander; I'll be hang'd
Iago. Fie, there is no such man: it is impos-

sible.

Des. If any such there be, heaven pardon

him!

Emil. A halter pardon him! and hell gnaw his

bones !

Why should he call her, whore? who keeps her company?

What place what time? what form? what [knave; likelihood?

The Moor's abus'd by some most villanous Some base notorious knavé, some scurvy fel(unfold,

low:

O heaven, that such companions+ thou'dst
And put in every honest hand a whip,
To lash the rascal naked through the world,
lago. Speak within door."
Even from the east to the west!

Emil. O fie upon him! some such squire he

was,

That turn'd your wit the seamy side without,
And made you to suspect me with the Moor.
Jago. You are a fool; go to.

Des. O good Iago,

What shall I do to win my lord again?

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