2517Oth. Iago becomes me: now he begins the story.

2518Cassio. She was heere euen now: she haunts me in e-

2519uery place. I was the other day talking on the Sea-

2520banke with certaine Venetians, and thither comes the

2521Bauble, and falls me thus about my neck.

2522Oth Crying oh deere Cassio, as it were: his iesture im-

2523ports it.

2524Cassio. So hangs, and lolls, and weepes vpon me:

2525So shakes, and pulls me. Ha, ha, ha.

2526Oth. Now he tells how she pluckt him to my Cham-

2527ber: oh, I see that nose of yours, but not that dogge, I

2528shall throw it to.

2529Cassio. Well, I must leaue her companie.

2530Iago. Before me: looke where she comes.

2532Cas. 'Tis such another Fitchew: marry a perfum'd one?

2533What do you meane by this haunting of me?

2534Bian. Let the diuell, and his dam haunt you: what

2535did you meane by that same Handkerchiefe, you gaue

2536me euen now? I was a fine Foole to take it: I must take

2537out the worke? A likely piece of worke, that you should

2538finde it in your Chamber, and know not who left it there.

2539This is some Minxes token, & I must take out the worke?

2540There, giue it your Hobbey-horse, wheresoeuer you had

2541it, Ile take out no worke on't.

2542Cassio. How now, my sweete Bianca?

2543How now? How now?

2544Othe. By Heauen, that should be my Handkerchiefe.

2545Bian. If you'le come to supper to night you may, if

2546you will not, come when you are next prepar'd for. Exit

2547Iago. After her: after her.

2548Cas. I must, shee'l rayle in the streets else.

2549Iago. Will you sup there?

2550Cassio. Yes, I intend so.

2551Iago. Well, I may chance to see you: for I would ve-

2552ry faine speake with you.

2553Cas. Prythee come: will you?

2554Iago. Go too: say no more.

2555Oth. How shall I murther him, Iago.

2556Iago. Did you perceiue how he laugh'd at his vice?

2557Oth. Oh, Iago.

2558Iago. And did you see the Handkerchiefe?

2559Oth. Was that mine?

2560Iago. Yours by this hand: and to see how he prizes

2561the foolish woman your wife: she gaue it him, and he

2562hath giu'n it his whore.

2563Oth. I would haue him nine yeeres a killing:

2564A fine woman, a faire woman, a sweete woman?

2565Iago. Nay, you must forget that.

2566Othello. I, let her rot and perish, and be damn'd to

2567night, for she shall not liue. No, my heart is turn'd to

2568stone: I strike it, and it hurts my hand. Oh, the world

2569hath not a sweeter Creature: she might lye by an Em-

2570perours side, and command him Taskes.

2571Iago. Nay, that's not your way.

2572Othe. Hang her, I do but say what she is: so delicate

2573with her Needle: an admirable Musitian. Oh she will

2574sing the Sauagenesse out of a Beare: of so high and plen-

2575teous wit, and inuention?

2576Iago. She's the worse for all this.

2577Othe. Oh, a thousand, a thousand times:

2578And then of so gentle a condition?

2579Iago. I too gentle.

2580Othe. Nay that's certaine:

2581But yet the pitty of it, Iago: oh Iago, the pitty of it

2582Iago.

2583Iago. If you are so fond ouer her iniquitie: giue her

2584pattent to offend, for if it touch not you, it comes neere

2585no body.

2586Oth. I will chop her into Messes: Cuckold me?

2587Iago. Oh, 'tis foule in her.

2588Oth. With mine Officer?

2589Iago. That's fouler.

2590Othe. Get me some poyson, Iago, this night. Ile not

2591expostulate with her: least her body and beautie vnpro-

2592uide my mind againe: this night Iago.

2593Iago. Do it not with poyson, strangle her in her bed,

2594Euen the bed she hath contaminated.

2595Oth. Good, good:

2596The Iustice of it pleases: very good.

2597Iago. And for Cassio, let me be his vndertaker:

2598You shall heare more by midnight.

2600Othe. Excellent good: What Trumpet is that same?

2601Iago. I warrant something from Venice,

2602'Tis Lodouico, this, comes from the Duke.

2603See, your wife's with him.

2604Lodo. Saue you worthy Generall.

2605Othe. With all my heart Sir.

2606Lod. The Duke, and the Senators of Venice greet you.

2607Othe. I kisse the Instrument of their pleasures.

2608Des. And what's the newes, good cozen Lodouico?

2609Iago. I am very glad to see you Signior:

2610Welcome to Cyprus.

2611Lod. I thanke you: how do's Lieutenant Cassio?

2612Iago. Liues Sir,

2613Des. Cozen, there's falne betweene him, & my Lord,

2614An vnkind breach: but you shall make all well.

2615Othe. Are you sure of that?

2616Des. My Lord?

2617Othe. This faile you not to do, as you will---

2618Lod. He did not call: he's busie in the paper,

2619Is there deuision 'twixt my Lord, and Cassio?

2620Des. A most vnhappy one: I would do much

2621T'attone them, for the loue I beare to Cassio.

2622Oth. Fire, and brimestone.

2623Des. My Lord.

2624Oth. Are you wise?

2625Des. What is he angrie?

2626Lod. May be th Letter mou'd him.

2627For as I thinke, they do command him home,

2628Deputing Cassio in his Gouernment.

2629Des. Trust me, I am glad on't.

2630Othe. Indeed?

2631Des. My Lord?

2632Othe. I am glad to see you mad.

2633Des. Why, sweete Othello?

2634Othe. Diuell.

2635Des. I haue not deseru'd this.

2636Lod. My Lord, this would not be beleeu'd in Venice,

2637Though I should sweare I saw't. 'Tis very much,

2638Make her amends: she weepes.

2639Othe. Oh diuell, diuell:

2640If that the Earth could teeme with womans teares,

2641Each drop she falls, would proue a Crocodile:

2642Out of my sight.

2643Des. I will not stay to offend you.

2644Lod. Truely obedient Lady:

2645I do beseech your Lordship call her backe.