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Enter Othello, lago, and Gentlemen. Oth. These letters give, lago, to the pilot, And by him do my duties to the Senate ; That done, I will be walking on the works; Repair there to me.
lago. My good Lord, I'll do't. Oih. This fortification, gentlemen, shall we fee't? Gent. We'll wait upon your Lordship. [Exeunt.
Enter Desdemona, Callio, and Æmilia,
All my abilities in thy behalf. [band Æmil. Good Madam, do: I know it grieves my hus. As if the cause were his.
Def. Oh, that's an honest fellow; doubt not, Cafie,
Cas. Most bounteous Madam,
Def. I know't, I thank you; you do love my Lord,
Caf. Ay, but, lady,
Des. Do not doubt that ; before Æmilia here,
I'll intermingle every thing he does
Enter Othello, and Iago, at a distance.
Caf. Madam, not now; I am very ill at ease,
discretion. [Exit Callio, lago. Ha! I like not that.Oib. What doft thou say? Tago. Nothing, my Lord; or if I know not what. Orh. Was not that Cafio, parted from my wife ? lago. Casio, my Lord? no, fure, I cannot think it, That he would steal away so guilty-like, Seeing you coming.
Oib, I believe 'twas 'he.
Def. How now, my Lord ?
Oth. Who is't you mean?
Def. Why, your lieutenant Cafio. Good my Lord,
Def. I, footh, so humbled,
Oth. Not now, sweet Desdemona ; some other time.
Def. To-morrow at dinner then?
Otb. I shall not dine at home;
Def: Why then to morrow night, or Tuesday morny
yet his trespass, in our common reason,
Oth. Pry'thee, no more; let him come when he will, I will deny thee nothing.
Def. Why this is not a boon:
Oth. I will deny thee nothing.
Def. Æmilia, come; be, as your fancies teach you :: Whate'er you be, I am obedient.
[Exeunt. Manent Othello, and Iago. Oth. ExcellentWench!-Perdition catch my soul,(32)
But (32) Excellent wretch ! Perdition catch my soul, Bul. I do love, ebse ; &c.] Tho all the printed copies concur in
But I do love thee; and when I love thee not,
lago. My noble Lord,
Iago. Did Michael Casio, when you woo'd my lady, Know of your love?
Oth. He did, from first to last; why dost thou ask?
lago. But for a satisfaction of my thought, No farther harm.
Otb. Why of thy thought, Iago? lago. I did not think, he'd been acquainted with it. Oth. Oh, yes, and went between us very oft. lago. Indeed!
Oih. Indeed! ay, indeed. Discern'st thou aught in Is he not honest ?
Iago. Honest, my Lord?
this reading, I think, it is very reasonably to be suspected, Orbello is exclaiming here with admiration and rapturous fondness: but wreteb can scarce be admitted to be used, unless io compasion or contemps, I make no queftion but the Poet wrote ;
Excellent wench ! -Perdition carch my soul, &c. It is to be observ’d, that, in SHAKESPEARI's time, wencb, lass, and giri were not used in that low and vulgar acceptation as they are at this time of day; but very frequently with dignity. To appeal to a few inftances.
Oh ill Atari'd wench!
-What, girl tho' gray
And when I told thee, he was of my counsel,
Iago. My Lord, you know, I love you.
Oib. I think, thou doft:
Iago. For Michael Caffio,
Oth. I think so too.
lago. Men should be what they seem, Or those that be not, would they might seem none!
Oth. Certain, men should be what they seem. lago. Why, then, I think, Caffio's an honest man.
Otb. Nay, yet there's more in this ; I pray thee, speak to-me as to thy thinkings, As thou doft ruminate ; and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words.
lago. Good, my Lord, pardon me. Though I am bound to every act of duty, I am not bound to that, all flaves are free to ;
-but, in a man tbae's juft,
That paffion cannot rule. ] I cannot see why this reading hould be prefer'd into the text ; and another degraded, which makes the sentiment admirably fine,
They're cold dilations working from the beart,
Tbat pasion cannot rule. $ These Rops and breaks, which thou mak'A, (says Othello ) are cold “ dilations, or the cold keeping back a secret, which men of phlegma. • tick conftitutions, whose hearts are not ruled or govern'd by their • paffions, we find, can do ; while mare fanguine tempers reveal " thero felves at once, and without reserve." Mr, Warburtori.