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I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind,
Enter DESDEMONA and EMILIA.
How now, my dear Othello?
Oth. I am to blame.
Des. Faith, that's with watching; 'twill away again :
Your napkin is too little; [He puts the handkerchief from him, and it drops. Let it alone. Come, I'll go in with you. Des. I am very sorry that you are not well.
[Exeunt Oth, and Des. Emil. I am glad, I have found this napkin; This was her first remembrance from the Moor: My wayward husband bath a hundred times Woo'd me to steal it: but she so loves the token, (For he conjur'd her, she should ever keep it) That she reserves it evermore about her, To kiss, and talk to. I'll have the work ta'en out, And give it Iago: What he'll do with it, heaven knows, not I; I nothing, but to please bis fantasy.
Iago. How now! what do you here alone?
Emil. O, is that all? What will you give me now
What handkerchief? Emil. What handkerchief? Why, that the Moor first gave to Desdemona; That which so often you did bid me steal.
lago. Hast stolen it from her?
Emil. No, faith ; she let it drop by negligence;
A good wench; give it me.
so earnest To have me filch it?
Why, what's that to you?
(Snatching it. Emil. If it be not for some purpose of import, Give it me again : Poor lady! she'll run mad, When she shall lack it.
Iago. Be not you known of t63; I have use for it. Go, leave me.
[Erit Emilia. I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin, And let him find it: Trifles, light as air, Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ. This may do something. The Moot already changes with my poison: Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons, Which, at the first, are scarce found to distaste; But, with a little act upon the blood, Burn like the mines of sulphur.— I did say so:-
Enter Othello. Look, where he comes! Not poppy, nor mandragora“, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever med'cine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday. Oth.
Ha! ha! false to me? To me?
Iago. Why, how now, general ? no more of that.
How now, my
lord? Oth. What sense had I of her stolen hours of lust? I saw it not, thought it not, it harm'd not me:. I slept the next night well, was free and merry; I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips: He that is robb’d, not wanting what is stolen, Let him not know it, and he's not robb'd at all.
Iago. I am sorry to hear this.
Oth. I had been happy, if the general camp,
Iago. Is it possible?-My lord,
Oth. Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore; Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof;
[Taking him by the throat. Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul,
Thou hadst been better have been born a dog,
Is it come to this? Oth. Make me to see it; or (at the least) so prove
it, That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop; To hang a doubt on: or, woe upon thy life!
Iago. My noble lord,
Oth. If thou dost slander her, and torture me,
O grace! O heaven defend me! Are you a man? have
you a soul, or sense?God be wi' you; take mine office.-O wretched fool, That liv'st to make thine honesty a vice! O monstrous world! Take note, take note, O world, To be direct and honest, is not safe.I thank you for this profit; and, from hence, I'll love no friend, since love breeds such offence.
Oth. Nay, stay :--Thou should'st be honest.
Iago. I should be wise; for honesty's a fool,
By the world,