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Iago. How now! what do you here alone ?
Emil. O, is that all? What will you give me now For that same handkerchief? Iago.
What handkerchief? Emil. What handkerchief? Why, that the Moor first gave to Desdemona; That which so often
did bid me steal. Iago. Hast stolen it from her ?
Emil. 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. Emil. 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. Emil. If it be not for some purpose of import, Give it me again : Poor lady!" she 'l rùn 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, confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ. This may do something. The Moor already changes with my poison :Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons, Which, at the first, are scarce found to distaste; But, with a little act upon the blood, Burn like the mines of sulphur. — I did say so :
Enter OTHELLO Look, where he comes! Not poppy, nor mandraNor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst 7 yesterday. Oth.
Ha! ha! false to me? To me?
Iago. Why, how now, general ? no more of that.
How now, my lord ?
Iago. I am sorry to hear this.
O now, for ever,
and circumstance of glorious war! And O you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation 's gone!
Iago. Is it possible! - My lord,
6 The mandrake has a soporifick quality.
Oth. Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore;
[Taking him by the Throat.
Is it come to this?
Iago. My noble lord,
Oth. If thou dost slander her, and torture me,
O grace! O heaven defend me!
Thou should'st be honest.
By the world,
8 All tenderness, all pity.
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
supervisor, see their crime ? Oth. Death and distraction ! O!
Iago. What shall I say? Where 's satisfaction ? It is impossible, you should see this, Impossible tho' they were 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:
I lay with Cassio lately;
hide loves !
thee to the Moor!
Nay, this was but his dream. Oth. But this denoted å foregone conclusion ; 'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream.
9 Speaking, manifest.
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; 't was my first gift. Iago. I know not that: but such a handker
If it be that,
Oth. O, that the slave had forty thousand lives;
fond love thus I do blow to heaven :
Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell!
up, O love, thy crown, and hearted throne', To tyrannous hate! swell, bosom, with thy fraught”, For 'tis of aspick's tongues !
Iago. Pray, be content.
O, blood, Iago, blood ! Iago. Patience, I say ; your mind, perhaps, may
I The heart on which thou wast enthroned.
2 Freight, load.