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As mine own face.-If there be cords, or knives,
Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams,
I'll not endure it.-Would, I were satisfied!

Iago. I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion :
I do repent me, that I put it to you.
You would be satisfied ?

Would? nay, I will.
Iago. And may: But, how? how satisfied, my lord?
Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on?
Behold her tupp'd 667

Death and damnation! O! Iago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think, To bring them to that prospect: Damn them then, If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster, More than their own! What then? how then? What shall I say? Where's satisfaction? It is impossible, you should see this, Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys, As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross As ignorance made drunk. But yet, I say, If imputation, and strong circumstances, Which lead directly to the door of truth, Will give you satisfaction, you may have it.

Oth. Give me a living reason she's disloyal.

Iago. I do not like the office:
But, sith I am enter'd in this cause so far,
Prick'd to it by foolish honesty and love,
I will go on. I lay with Cassio lately;
And, being troubled with a raging tooth,
I could not sleep.

There are a kind of men so loose of soul,
That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs;
One of this kind is Cassio :
In sleep I heard him say,- Sweet Desdemona,
Let us be wary, let us hide our loves !
And then, sir, would he gripe, and wring my hand,
Cry,–0, sweet creature ! and then kiss me hard,
As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots,
That grew upon my lips: then lay'd his leg
Over my thigh, and sigh’d, and kiss'd; and then
Cry'd,—Cursed fate! that gave thee to the Moor!

Oth. O monstrous! monstrous !

Nay, this was but his dream. Oth. But this denoted a foregone conclusion; 'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream.

Iago. And this may help to thicken other proofs, That do demonstrate thinly. Oth.

I'll tear her all to pieces. Iago. Nay, but be wise: yet we see nothing done; She may be honest yet. Tell me but this, Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief, Spotted with strawberries, in your wife's hand? Oth. I

gave her such a one; 'twas my first gift. Iago. I know not that: but such a handkerchief, (I am sure, it was your wife's) did I to-day See Cassio wipe his beard with. Oth,

If it be that,
Iago. If it be that, or any that was hers,
It speaks against her, with the other proofs.

Oth. O, that the slave had forty thousand lives!
One is too poor, too weak for my revenge!
Now do I see ʼtis true.-Look here, Iago;

fond love thus do I blow to heaven: 'Tis gone. Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell! Yield up, O love, thy crown, and hearted throne, To tyrannous hate! swell, bosom, with thy fraught, For 'tis of aspicks' tongues!

Iago. Pray, be content.

O, blood, Iago, blood ! Iago. Patience, I say; your mind, perhaps, may

change. Oth. Never, Iago. 67 Like to the Pontick sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontick, and the Hellespont; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, Till that a.capable 68 and wide revenge Swallow them up.-Now, by yond' marble heaven, In the due reyerence of a sacred vow [Kneels. I here engage my words. Iago.

Do not rise yet.

[Kneels. Witness, you ever burning lights above ! You elements that clip us round about! Witness, that here Iago doth give up The execution of his wit, hands, heart,

To wrong'd Othello's service ! 69 let him command,
And to obey shall be in me remorse,
What bloody work soever.

I greet thy love,
Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance boun.

And will upon the instant put thee to't:
Within these three days let me hear thee say,
That Cassio's not alive.

Iago. My friend is dead; 'tis done, at your request : But let her live.

Oth. Damn her, lewd minx! O, damn her! Come, go with me apart; I will withdraw, To furnish me with some swift means of death For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant. Iago. I am your own for ever.



The Same.

Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, and Clown. Des. Do you know, sirrah, where lieutenant Cassio lies?

Clo. I dare not say, he lies any where.
Des. Why, man?

Clo. He is a soldier; and for me to say a soldier lies, is stabbing.

Des. Go to; Where lodges he?

Clo. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you where I lie.

Des. Can any thing be made of this?

Clo. I know not where he lodges; and for me to devise a lodging, and say—he lies here, or he lies there, were to lie in my own throat.

Des. Can you enquire him out, and be edified by report?

Clo. I will catechize the world for him; that is, make questions, and by them ansver.

Des. Seek him, bid him conie hither: tell him, Í. have moved my lord in his behalf, and hope, all will be well.

Clo. To do this, is within the compass of man's wit; and therefore I will attempt the doing it. [Erit.

Des. Where should I lose that handkerchief, Emilia? Emil. I know not, madam.

Des. Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse Full of cruzadoes 70. And, but my noble Moor Is true of mind, and made of no such baseness As jealous creatures are, it were enough To put him to ill thinking. Emil.

Is he not jealous ? Des. Who, he? I think, the sun, where he was

born, Drew all such humours from him. Emil.

Look, where he comes. Des. I will not leave him now, till Cassio Be call'd to him.- How is't with you, my lord ?

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