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As fit the bridal.-Beshrew me much, Emilia,
Des. Alas, the day! I never gave him cause.
Emil. But jealous souls will not be answer'd so;
Des. I will go seek him.-Cassio, walk hereabout:
[Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia.
Bian. Save you, friend Cassio!
What make you from home?
house. Bian. And I was going to your lodging, Cassio.
What! keep a week away? seven days and nights?
Pardon me, Bianca;
[Giving her Desdemona's handkerchief. Take me this work out4. Bian.
O, Cassio, whence came this? This is some token from a newer friend. To the felt absence now I feel a cause: Is it come to this? Well, well. Cas.
Woman, go to! Throw your vile guesses in the devil's teeth, From whence you have them. You are jealous now; That this is from some mistress, some remembrance: No, in good troth, Bianca. Bian.
Why, whose is it? Cas. I know not, sweet: I found it in my chamber. I like the work well; ere it be demanded, (As like enough, it will,) I'd have it copied : Take it, and do't; and leave me for this time.
Bian. Leave you! wherefore?
Cas. I do attend here on the general;
Why, I pray you?
Cas. Not, that I love you not.
But that you do not love me.
Cas. 'Tis but a little way, that I can bring you,
[Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I.
Enter Othello and Iago.
Think so, Iago?
What, To kiss in private? Oth.
An unauthoriz'd kiss. Iago. Or to be naked with her friend abed, An hour, or more, not meaning any harm?
Oth. Naked abed, Iago, and not mean harm? It is hypocrisy against the devil: They that mean virtuously, and yet do so, The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt heaven.
Iago. So they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip:
Oth. What then?
Oth. She is protectress of her honour too; May she give that?
Iago. Her honour is an essence that's not seen; They have it very oft, that have it not: But, for the handkerchief, Oth. By heaven, I would most gladly have forgot
it: VOL. XIV.
Thou said'st,-0, it comes o'er my memory,
Iago. Ay, what of that?
That's not so good, now. Iago. What, if I had said, I had seen him do you
Hath he said any thing?
What hath he said? Iago. 'Faith, that he did, I know not what he
With her, on her; what you Oth. Lie with her! lie on her!-We say, lie on her, when they belie her: Lie with her! that's fulsome. - Handkerchief,-confessions, handkerchief. -To confess, and be hang'd for his labour.–First, to be hang'd, and then to confess:--I tremble at it. Nature would not invest herself in such shadowing passion, without some instruction 76. that shake me thus :-Pish!--Noses, ears, and lips:
It is not words,