Enter IAGO. Iago. How now! what do you here alone? Emi. Do not you chide: I have a thing for you. Iago. A thing for me?—it is a common thing. Emi. Ha! Iago. To have a foolish wife. Emi. O, is that all? What will you give me now For that same handkerchief? Iago. What handkerchief? Emi. What handkerchief? Why, that the Moor first gave to Desdemona; Iago. Hast stolen it from her? Emi. No, faith; she let it drop by negligence; And, to the advantage, I, being here, took 't up. Look, here it is. Iago. A good wench! give it me. Emi. What will you do with it, that you have been so earnest To have me filch it? Iago. Why, what's that to you? [snatching it. Emi. 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 't; I have use for it. Go, leave me. [Exit Emilia, I will in Cassio's ledging lose this napkin, And let him find it: trifles, light as air, Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons, Burn like the mines of sulphur :-I did say so :→ Enter OTHELLO. Look, where he comes! Not poppy, nor mandra gora,1 Nor all the drowsy sirups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou owedst 2 yesterday. Ha ha! false to me? to me? Oth. I swear, 'tis better to be much abused, Than but to know 't a little. Iago. 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; The mandragoras, or mandrake, has a powerful soporific quality. 2 Possessedst. He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen, Oth. I had been happy, if the general camp, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! And, O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamors counterfeit,→→→ Farewell! Othello's occupation 's gone! 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, Iago. 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, Oth. If thou dost slander her and torture me, Never pray more; abandon all remorse; Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amazed; For nothing canst thou to damnation add Greater than that. Iago. 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 livest 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 shouldst be honest. Iago. I should be wise; for honesty's a fool, And loses that it works for. Oth. By the world, I think my wife be honest, and think she is not; 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. Pity. You would be satisfied? Oth. Would? nay, i will. Iago. And may; but, how? how satisfied, my lord? Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on? Behold her tupp'd? Oth. Death and damnation! O! Iago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think, To bring them to that prospect: damn them then, It is impossible you should see this, Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys, But, sith 2 I am enter'd in this cause so far, There are a kind of men so loose of soul That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs: |