To lago. My hou dost sladon all remte;

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,
Never pray more ; abandon all remorse; 1
On horror's head horrors accumulate;
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.-0 wretched fool,
That liv'st 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 think that thou art just, and think thou art not;
I'll have some proof. Her name, that was as fresh
As Dian's visage, is now begrim'd and black
As mine own face.--If there be cords, or knives,
Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams,
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.
You would be satisfied?
Oth.

Would ? nay, I will.
Tago. And may; but, how ? how satisfied, my lord ?
Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on?
Behold her tupped ?
Oth.

Death and damnation! O! Iago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think,

li e. all tenderness of nature, all pity.

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;
But, sith I am entered in this cause so far,
Pricked to it by foolish honesty and love,
I will go on. I lay with Cassio lately;
And, being troubled with a raging tooth,
I could not sleep.
There are a kind of men so loose of soul,
That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs ;
One of this kind is Cassio.
In sleep I heard him say,—Sweet Desdemona,
Let us be wary, let us hide our loves!
And then, sir, would he gripe and wring my hand,
Cry,-0 sweet creature! and then kiss me hard,
As if he plucked up kisses by the roots,
That grew upon my lips; then laid his leg
Over my thigh, and sighed, and kissed; and then
Cricd, — Cursed fate, that gave thee to the Moor!

Oth. O, monstrous ! monstrous !
Iago.

Nay, this was but his dream. Oih. But this denoted a foregone conclusion ; ? 'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream.3

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
(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,
It speaks against her with the other proofs.

Oth. O that the slave had forty thousand lives;
One is too poor, too weak for my revenge!
Now do I see 'tis true. - Look here, lago;
All my fond love thus do I 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;3
For 'tis of aspics' tongues !

Iago. Pray, be content.
Oth.

O blood, Iago, blood !
Iago. Patience, I say; your mind, perhaps, may

change.
Oth. Never, Iago. Like to the Pontic sea,
Whose icy current and compulsive course
Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on
To the Propontic 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 5 and wide revenge

Swallow them up.-Now, by yond marble heaven,
In the due reverence of a sacred vow [Kneels.
I here engage my words.
Iago.

Do not rise yet.

[Kneels. Witness, you ever-burning lights above! You elements that clip us round about ! Witness, that here Iago doth give up The execution of his wit, hands, heart, To wronged Othello's service! Let him command, And to obey shall be in me remorse,? What bloody work soever. Oth.

I greet thy love, Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounteous, And will upon the instant put thee to't. Within these three days let me hear thee say That Cassio's not alive.

Tago. My friend is dead; 'tis done, at your request. But let her live. Oth.

Damn her, lewd minx; 0, 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 forever.

[Exeunt.

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.
Des. Why, man?

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 inquire him out, and be edified by report?

*Clo. I will catechize the world for him; that is, make questions, and by them answer. 2

Des. Seek him, bid him come hither: tell him ] 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.

Émil. Is he not jealous ?
Des. Who, he ? I think the sun, where he was

born,
Drew all such humors from him.
Emil.

Look, where he comes. Des. I will not leave him now, till Cassio Be called to him.—How is’t with you, my lord ?