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the Moore of Venice. 327
2136Scaena Quarta.
2137Enter Desdemona, AEmilia, and Clown.
2139lyes?
2141Des. Why man?
2143'tis stabbing.
2144Des. Go too: where lodges he?
2145Clo. To tell you where he lodges, is to tel you where
2146I lye.
2150to lye in mine owne throat.
2152port?
2153Clo. I will Catechize the world for him, that is, make
2155Des. Seeke him, bidde him come hither: tell him, I
2156haue moou'd my Lord on his behalfe, and hope all will
2157be well.
2159and therefore I will attempt the doing it. Exit Clo.
2161milia?
2162AEmil. I know not Madam.
2164Full of Cruzadoes. And but my Noble Moore
2166As iealious Creatures are, it were enough
2167To put him to ill-thinking.
2168AEmil. Is he not iealious?
2169Des. Who, he? I thinke the Sun where he was borne,
2171AEmil. Looke where he comes.
2172Enter Othello.
2174Call'd to him. How is't with you, my Lord?
2176How do you, Desdemona?
2177Des. Well, my good Lord.
2178Oth. Giue me your hand.
2179This hand is moist, my Lady.
2182Hot, hot, and moyst. This hand of yours requires
2185For heere's a yong, and sweating Diuell heere
2186That commonly rebels: 'Tis a good hand,
2187A franke one.
2189For 'twas that hand that gaue away my heart.
2190Oth. A liberall hand. The hearts of old, gaue hands:
2191But our new Heraldry is hands, not hearts.
2193Come, now your promise.
2197Lend me thy Handkerchiefe.
2198Des. Heere my Lord.
2199Oth. That which I gaue you.
2200Des. I haue it not about me.
2201Oth. Not?
2202Des. No indeed, my Lord.
2203Oth. That's a fault: That Handkerchiefe
2204Did an AEgyptian to my Mother giue:
2205She was a Charmer, and could almost read
2206The thoughts of people. She told her, while she kept it,
2207'T would make her Amiable, and subdue my Father
2209Or made a Guift of it, my Fathers eye
2210Should hold her loathed, and his Spirits should hunt
2211After new Fancies. She dying, gaue it me,
2212And bid me (when my Fate would haue me Wiu'd)
2213To giue it her. I did so; and take heede on't,
2214Make it a Darling, like your precious eye:
2216As nothing else could match.
2218Oth. 'Tis true: There's Magicke in the web of it:
2219A Sybill that had numbred in the world
2221In her Prophetticke furie sow'd the Worke:
2222The Wormes were hallowed, that did breede the Silke,
2223And it was dyde in Mummey, which the Skilfull
2224Conseru'd of Maidens hearts.
2225Des. Indeed? Is't true?
2228Oth. Ha? wherefore?
2232Oth. Say you?
2234Oth. How?
2238This is a tricke to put me from my suite,
2239Pray you let Cassio be receiu'd againe.
2240Oth. Fetch me the Handkerchiefe,
2241My minde mis-giues.
2243ent man.
2244Oth. The Handkerchiefe.
2245Des. A man that all his time
2246Hath founded his good Fortunes on your loue;
2247Shar'd dangers with you.
2248Oth. The Handkerchiefe.
2251AEmil. Is not this man iealious?
2253Sure, there's some wonder in this Handkerchikfe,
2256They are all but Stomackes, and we all but Food,
2257They eate vs hungerly, and when they are full
2258They belch vs.
2259Enter Iago, and Cassio.
2260Looke you, Cassio and my Husband.
2262And loe the happinesse: go, and importune her.
Des.