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lago. There's many a beast then in a populous city, And many a civil monster.

Oth. Did he confess it ?

lago. Good sir, be a man ; Think, every bearded fellow, that's but yok'd, May draw with you : there's millions now alive, That nightly lie in those unproper beds,' Which they dare swear peculiar ; your case is better. 0, 'tis the spite of hell, the fiend's arch-mock, To lip a wanton in a secure couch, And to suppose her chaste ! No, let me know ; And, knowing what I am, I know what she shall be.

Oth. O, thou art wise ; 'tis certain.

lago. Stand you awhile apart; Confine yourself but in a patient list." Whilst you were here, ere while mad with your grief, (A passion most unsuiting such a man,) Čassio came hither : I shifted him away, And laid good 'scuse upon your ecstasy ; Bade him anon return, and here speak with me ; The which he promis'd. Do but encave yourself, And mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable scorns, That dwell in every region of his face ; For I will make him tell the tale anew,Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when He hath, and is again to cope your wife ; I say,

but mark bis gesture. Marry, patience ;
Or I shall say, you are all in all in spleen,
And nothing of a man.

Oth. Dost thou hear, Iago ?
I will be found most cunning in my patience ;
But (dost thou hear ?), most bloody.

lago. That's not amiss ;
But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw ?

[OTHELLO withdraws. Now will I question Cassio of Bianca, A housewife, that, by selling her desires, Buys herself bread and clothes : it is a creature, That dotes on Cassio,--as 'tis the strumpet's plague, To beguile many, and be beguild by one ;He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain [1] Unproper for common.

(2) Lisi, or lists, is barriers, bounds. Keep your temper, says lago, within bounds of patience.

13] Hide yourself in a private place.




From the excess of laughter :-Here he comes :

Re-enter Cassio.
As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad;
And his unbookish jealousy* must construe
Poor Cassio's smiles, gestures, and light behaviour,
Quite in the wrong.—How do you now, lieutenant ?

Cas. The worser, that you give me the addition,
Whose want even kills me.

lago. Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure of't. Now, if this suit lay in Bianca's power, [Speaking lower. How quickly should you speed ?

Cas. Alas, poor caitiff !
Oth. Look, how he laughs already!

[.Aside. lago. I never knew a woman love man so. Cas. Alas, poor rogue! I think, l'faith, she loves me, Oth. Now he denies it faintly, and laughs it out. [Aside. lago. Do you hear, Cassio ?

Oth. Now he importunes him
To tell it o'er : Go to ; well said, well said.

[Aside. lago. She gives it out, that you shall marry her: Do you intend it ?

Cas. Ha, ha, ha!
Oth. Do you triumph, Roman? do you triumph ? [.Aside.

Cas. I marry her!—what ? a customer !6 I pr’ythee, bear some charity to my wit ; do not think it so unwholesome. Ha, ha, ha!

Oth. So, so, so, so : They laugh that win. Aside.
lago. "Faith, the cry goes,


Cas. Pr'ythee, say true.
lago. I am a very villain else.
Oth. Have you scored me?? Well.

Cas. This is the monkey's own giving out : she is persuaded I will marry her, out of her own love and flattery, not out of my promise.

Oth. Iago beckons me ; now he begins the story. [ Aside.

Cas. She was here even now ; she haunts me in every place. I was, the other day, talking on the sea-bank with certain Venetians ; and thither comes this bauble ; by this hand, she falls thus about my neck ;

14 Unbookish, for ignorant. 15) Othello calls him

Roman ironically. Triumph, which was a Roman ceremony, brought Roman into his thoughts. What, says he, you are now triumphing as great as a Roman.

[6] A common woman, one that invites custom. (7) Have you made my reckoning? have you settled the term of my life. See Illustrations. JOHNSON.

that you





Oth. Crying, o dear Cassio ! as it were : his gesture imports it.

[Aside Cas. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me ; $0 bales, and pulls me ; ha, ba, ha !

Oih. Now he tells, how she plucked him to my chamber. O, I see that nose of yours, but not that dog I shall throw it to.

[Aside. Cas. Well, I must leave her company. lago. Before me ! look, wbere she comes.

Enter BIANCA. Cas. 'Tis such another fitchew!® marry, a perfumed one.-What do you mean by this haunting of me?

Bian. Let the dev and his dam haunt you ! What did you mean by that same handkerchief, you gave me even now ? I was a fine fool to take it. I must take out the whole work !-A likely piece of work, that


should find it in your chamber, and not know who left it there! This is some minx's token, and I must take out the work ? There--give it your hobby-horse : wheresoever you had it, I'll take out no work on't.

Cas. How now, my sweet Bianca ? how now ? how now? Oth. By heaven, that should be my handkerchief! [Asi.

Bian. Ăn you'll come to supper to-night, you may : an you will not, come when you are next prepared for. (Exit,

lago. After her, after her.
Cas. 'Faith I must, she'll rail in the street eļse,
Iago. Will you gup there?
Cas. 'Faith, I intend so.

lag o., Well, I may chance to see you ; for I would very fain speak with you.

Cas. Prythee, come ; Wil you ? lago. Go to; say no more.

[Exit Cassio Oth. How shall I murder him, lago ? lugo. Did you perceive how he laughed at his vice ? ; Oih. O, lago. ! lago. And did you see the handkerchief? Oth. Was that mine?

lago. Yours, by this hand: and to see how he prizes the foolish woman, your wife ! she gave it him, and he hath given it his whore,

Oth. I would bave him nine years a killing A fine woman ! a fair woman ļ a sweet woman ! (8] Fitchew, a pole-cat. So in King Lear:

“ The fitchero, nor the soiled borse," &c. A pole-cat was anciently one of the caut teruns for a stumpet. STEEVEN

lago. Nay, you must forget that.

Och. Ay, let her rot, and perish, and be damned tonight ; for she shall not live : No, my heart is turned to stone ; I strike it, and it hurts my hand. O, the world hath not a sweeter creature : she might lie by an emperor's side, and command him tasks.

lago. Nay, that's not your way.

Oth. Hang her! I do but say what she is :--so delicate with her needle 1-An admirable musician! O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear !

-Of so high and plenteous wit and invention !

lago, She's the worse for all this.

Ohoa thousand, a thousand times :--And then, of so gentle a condition !

lago. Ay, too gentle.

Oth. Nay, that's certain : But yet the pity of it, Iago ! 0, lago, the pity of it, lago!

lago. If you are so fond over her iniquity, give her patent to offend ; for, if it touch not you, it comes near nobody.

Oth. I will chop her into messes : Cuckold me !
lago. 0, 'tis foul in her,
Oth. With mine officer !
lago. That's fouler.

Oth. Get me some poison, lago ; this night : I'll not ex. postulate with her, lest her body and beauty unprovide my mind again :--this night, lago.

Iago. Do it not with poison, strangle her in her bed, even the bed she hath contaminated.

Oth, Good, good : the justice of it pleases ; very good.

lago. And, for Cassio, - let me be his undertaker : You shall hear more by midnight.

[.A trumpet within. Oth. Excellent good.-What trumpet is that same ?

lago. Something from Venice, sure. 'Tis Lodovico, Come from the duke : and, see, your wife is with him.

Enter LodovicO, DESDEMONA, and Attendants.
Lod. 'Save you, worthy general !
Oth. With all my heart, sir.
Lod. The duke and senators of Venice greet you.

[Gives him a packet. Oth. I kiss the instrument of their pleasures.

[Opens the packet, and reads. Des. And what's the news, good cousin Lodovico. ?

lago. I am very glad to see you, signior ; Welcome to Cyprus,

Lod. I thank you : How does lieutenant Cassio ?
lago. Lives, sir.
Des. Cousin, there's fallen between him and


lord An unkind breach ; but you shall make all well.

Oth. Are you sure of that ?
Des. My lord ?
Oth. This fail you not to do, as you will- [Reads.

Lod. He did not call; he's busy in the paper.
Is there division 'twixt thy lord and Cassio ?

Des. A most unhappy one ; I would do much
To atone them,' for the love I bear to Cassio,

Oth. Fire and brimstone !
Des. My lord ?
Oth. Are you wise ?
Des. What, is he angry ?

Lod. 'May be, the letter mov'd him ;
For, as I think, they do command him home,
Deputing Cassio in his government.

Des. By my troth, I am glad on't.
Oth. Indeed ?
Des. My lord ?
Oth. I am glad to see you mad.
Des. How, sweet Othello ?
Oth. Devil !

[Striking her.
Des. I have not deserv'd this,
Lod. My lord, this would not be believ'd in Venice,
Though I should swear I saw it: 'Tis very much ;
Make her amends, she weeps.

Oth. O deyil, devil!
If that the earth could teem with woman's tears,
Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile :--
Out of my sight!
Des. I will not stay to offend you.

[Going Lod. Truly, an obedient lady :I do beseech your lordship, call her back.

Oth. Mistress, Des. My lord ? Oth. What would you with her, sir ? Lod. Who, I, my lord ? Oth. Ay; you did wish, that I would make her turn : Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on,,

[9] Atone them---make them one ; reconcile them. The expression is formed by tbe coalescence of the word at one, the verb to set, or some equivalent being omitted. Thus in the Acts : « .--he showed himself to them as they strove, and would have set them at one again.” And in The Bechive of the Romish Church : " ---through which God is made at one with us, and hath forgiven us our sins."


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