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As mine own face.--If there be cords, or knives,
Iago. I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion :
Would? nay, I will. Iago. And may: But, how? how satisfied, my lord? Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on? Behold her tupp'd 66? Oth.
Death and damnation! O!
Oth. Give me a living reason she's disloyal.
There are a kind of men so loose of soul,
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,
If it be that,
Oth. O, that the slave had forty thousand lives!
Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell!
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 69 and wide revenge Swallow them up.-Now, by yond' marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow I here engage my words. Iago.
Do not rise yet.
Witness, you ever burning lights above!
To wrong'd Othello's service ! 69 let him command,
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! 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.
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 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 ?