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Iago. My lord, I take my leave.
[Going Oth. Why did I marry?--This honest creature, doubt
Iago. My lord, I would, I might entreat your honour
Oth. Fear not my government.
I am abus'd; and my relief
Than keep a corner in the thing I love,
Enter DESDEMONA and EMILIA. If she be false, 0, then heaven mocks itself ! I'll not believe it.
Des. How now, my dear Othello?
Oth. I am to blame.
Des. Faith, that's with watching; 'twill away again :
[He puts the handkerchief from him, and it drops.
you are not well.
[Exeunt Oth. and Des.
What he'll do with it, heaven knows, not I;
Enter Iago. Iago. How now! what do you here alone? Emil. Do not you chide ; I have a thing for you. Iago. A thing for me?—it is a common thing. Emil. Ha ! Iago. To have a foolish wife.
Emil. O, is that all? What will you give me now For that same handkerchief?
Iago. What handkerchief?
Emil. What handkerchief?
Iago. Hast stolen it from her?
Emil. No, faith ; she let it drop by negligence;
Iago. A good wench; give it me.
Iago. 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't; I have use for it. Go, leave me.
[Exit Emilia. I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin, And let him find it: Trifles, light as air, Are, to the jealous, confirmation strong
As proofs of holy writ. This may do something.
Enter OTHELLO. Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou owdst yesterday.
Oth. Ha! ha! false to me? To me?
Iago. Why, how now, general? no more of that. Oth. Avaunt ! be gone! thou hast set me on the
rack : I swear, 'tis better to be much abusid, 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: 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 robbed at all.
Iago. I am sorry to hear this.
Oth. I had been happy, if the general camp, Pioneers and all, had tasted her sweet body, So I had nothing known: O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars,
That make arnbition virtue! O, farewell!
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, Than answer my wak'd wrath.
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, To hang a doubt on: or, woe upon thy life!
Iago. My noble lord,
Oth. If thou dost slander her, and torture me,
Iago. O grace! O heaven defend me!