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I thank you for this profit; and, from hence,
Oth. Nay, stay :—Thou should'st be honest.
Iago. I should be wise; for honesty's a fool,
Oth. By the world,
Iago. I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion :
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, 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:
let hide our loves !
Oth. O monstrous ! monstrous !
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;
Oth. I gave her such a one; 'twas my first gift.
(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,
Oth. O, that the slave had forty thousand lives;
fond love thus I do 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 aspics' tongues!
Iago. Pray, be content.
[Kneels. Witness, you ever-burning lights above! You elements that clip us round about! Witness, that here lago doth give up
The execution of his wit, hands, heart,
Oth. I greet thy love,
Iago. My friend is dead; 'tis done at your request: But let her live.
Oth. Damn her, lewd minx ! O, damn her!
SCENE IV.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.
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 answer.
Des. Seek him, bid him come hither : tell him, I 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. [Exit.
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. 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
dissemble !-How do