2138Des. Do you know Sirrah, where Lieutenant Cassio

2139lyes?

2140Clow. I dare not say he lies any where.

2141Des. Why man?

2142Clo. He's a Soldier, and for me to say a Souldier lyes,

2143'tis stabbing.

2144Des. Go too: where lodges he?

2145Clo. To tell you where he lodges, is to tel you where

2146I lye.

2147Des. Can any thing be made of this?

2148Clo. I know not where he lodges, and for mee to de-

2149uise a lodging, and say he lies heere, or he lies there, were

2150to lye in mine owne throat.

2151Des. Can you enquire him out? and be edified by re-

2152port?

2153Clo. I will Catechize the world for him, that is, make

2154Questions, and by them answer.

2155Des. Seeke him, bidde him come hither: tell him, I

2156haue moou'd my Lord on his behalfe, and hope all will

2157be well.

2158Clo. To do this, is within the compasse of mans Wit,

2159and therefore I will attempt the doing it. Exit Clo.

2160Des. Where should I loose the Handkerchiefe, AE-

2161milia?

2162AEmil. I know not Madam.

2163Des. Beleeue me, I had rather haue lost my purse

2164Full of Cruzadoes. And but my Noble Moore

2165Is true of minde, and made of no such basenesse,

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,

2170Drew all such humors from him.

2171AEmil. Looke where he comes.

2173Des. I will not leaue him now, till Cassio be

2174Call'd to him. How is't with you, my Lord?

2175Oth. Well my good Lady. Oh hardnes to dissemble!

2176How do you, Desdemona?

2177Des. Well, my good Lord.

2178Oth. Giue me your hand.

2179This hand is moist, my Lady.

2180Des. It hath felt no age, nor knowne no sorrow.

2181Oth. This argues fruitfulnesse, and liberall heart:

2182Hot, hot, and moyst. This hand of yours requires

2183A sequester from Liberty: Fasting, and Prayer,

2184Much Castigation, Exercise deuout,

2185For heere's a yong, and sweating Diuell heere

2186That commonly rebels: 'Tis a good hand,

2187A franke one.

2188Des. You may (indeed) say so:

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.

2192Des. I cannot speake of this:

2193Come, now your promise.

2194Oth. What promise, Chucke?

2195Des. I haue sent to bid Cassio come speake with you.

2196Oth. I haue a salt and sorry Rhewme offends me:

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

2208Intirely to her loue: But if she lost it,

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:

2215To loose't, or giue't away, were such perdition,

2216As nothing else could match.

2217Des, Is't possible?

2218Oth. 'Tis true: There's Magicke in the web of it:

2219A Sybill that had numbred in the world

2220The Sun to course, two hundred compasses,

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?

2226Oth. Most veritable, therefore looke too't well.

2227Des. Then would to Heauen, that I had neuer seene't?

2228Oth. Ha? wherefore?

2229Des. Why do you speake so startingly, and rash?

2230Oth. Is't lost? Is't gon? Speak, is't out o'th'way?

2231Des. Blesse vs.

2232Oth. Say you?

2233Des. It is not lost: but what and if it were?

2234Oth. How?

2235Des. I say it is not lost.

2236Oth. Fetcht, let me see't.

2237Des. Why so I can: but I will not now:

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.

2242Des. Come, come: you'l neuer meete a more suffici-

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.

2249Des. Insooth, you are too blame.

2250Oth. Away. Exit Othello.

2251AEmil. Is not this man iealious?

2252Des. I neu'r saw this before.

2253Sure, there's some wonder in this Handkerchikfe,

2254I am most vnhappy in the losse of it.

2255AEmil. 'Tis not a yeare or two shewes vs a man:

2256They are all but Stomackes, and we all but Food,

2257They eate vs hungerly, and when they are full

2258They belch vs.

2260Looke you, Cassio and my Husband.

2261Iago. There is no other way: 'tis she must doo't:

2262And loe the happinesse: go, and importune her.

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2263Des. How now (good Cassio) what's the newes with

2264you?

2265Cassio. Madam, my former suite. I do beseech you,

2266That by your vertuous meanes, I may againe

2267Exist, and be a member of his loue,

2268Whom I, with all the Office of my heart

2269Intirely honour, I would not be delayd.

2270If my offence, be of such mortall kinde,

2271That nor my Seruice past, nor present Sorrowes,

2272Nor purpos'd merit in futurity,

2273Can ransome me into his loue againe,

2274But to know so, must be my benefit:

2275So shall I cloath me in a forc'd content,

2276And shut my selfe vp in some other course

2277To Fortunes Almes.

2278Des. Alas (thrice-gentle Cassio)

2279My Aduocation is not now in Tune;

2280My Lord, is not my Lord; nor should I know him,

2281Were he in Fauour, as in Humour alter'd.

2282So helpe me euery spirit sanctified,

2283As I haue spoken for you all my best,

2284And stood within the blanke of his displeasure

2285For my free speech. You must awhile be patient:

2286What I can do, I will: and more I will

2287Then for my selfe, I dare. Let that suffice you.

2288Iago. Is my Lord angry?

2289AEmil. He went hence but now:

2290And certainly in strange vnquietnesse.

2291Iago. Can he be angry? I haue seene the Cannon

2292When it hath blowne his Rankes into the Ayre,

2293And like the Diuell from his very Arme

2294Puff't his owne Brother: And is he angry?

2295Something of moment then: I will go meet him,

2296There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry. Exit

2297Des. I prythee do so. Something sure of State,

2298Either from Venice, or some vnhatch'd practise

2299Made demonstrable heere in Cyprus, to him,

2300Hath pudled his cleare Spirit: and in such cases,

2301Mens Natures wrangle with inferiour things,

2302Though great ones are their obiect. 'Tis euen so.

2303For let our finger ake, and it endues

2304Our other healthfull members, euen to a sense

2305Of paine. Nay, we must thinke men are not Gods,

2306Nor of them looke for such obseruancie

2307As fits the Bridall. Beshrew me much, AEmilia,

2308I was (vnhandsome Warrior, as I am)

2309Arraigning his vnkindnesse with my soule:

2310But now I finde, I had suborn'd the Witnesse,

2311And he's Indited falsely.

2312AEmil. Pray heauen it bee

2313State matters, as you thinke, and no Conception,

2314Nor no Iealious Toy, concerning you.

2315Des. Alas the day, I neuer gaue him cause.

2316AEmil. But Iealious soules will not be answer'd so;

2317They are not euer iealious for the cause,

2318But iealious, for they're iealious. It is a Monster

2319Begot vpon it selfe, borne on it selfe.

2320Des. Heauen keepe the Monster from Othello's mind.

2321AEmil. Lady, Amen.

2322Des. I will go seeke him. Cassio, walke heere about:

2323If I doe finde him fit, Ile moue your suite,

2324And seeke to effect it to my vttermost. Exit

2325Cas. I humbly thanke your Ladyship.

2327Bian. 'Saue you (Friend Cassio.)

2328Cassio. What make you from home?

2329How is't with you, my most faire Bianca?

2330Indeed (sweet Loue) I was comming to your house.

2331Bian. And I was going to your Lodging, Cassio.

2332What? keepe a weeke away? Seuen dayes, and Nights?

2333Eight score eight houres? And Louers absent howres

2334More tedious then the Diall, eight score times?

2335Oh weary reck'ning.

2336Cassio. Pardon me, Bianca:

2337I haue this while with leaden thoughts beene prest,

2338But I shall in a more continuate time

2339Strike off this score of absence. Sweet Bianca

2340Take me this worke out.

2341Bianca. Oh Cassio, whence came this?

2342This is some Token from a newer Friend,

2343To the felt-Absence: now I feele a Cause:

2344Is't come to this? Well, well.

2345Cassio. Go too, woman:

2346Throw your vilde gesses in the Diuels teeth,

2347From whence you haue them. You are iealious now,

2348That this is from some Mistris, some remembrance;

2349No, in good troth Bianca.

2350Bian. Why, who's is it?

2351Cassio. I know not neither:

2352I found it in my Chamber,

2353I like the worke well; Ere it be demanded

2354(As like enough it will) I would haue it coppied:

2355Take it, and doo't, and leaue me for this time.

2356Bian. Leaue you? Wherefore?

2357Cassio. I do attend heere on the Generall,

2358And thinke it no addition nor my wish

2359To haue him see me woman'd.

2360Bian. Why, I ptay you?

2361Cassio. Not that I loue you not.

2362Bian. But that you do not loue me.

2363I pray you bring me on the way a little,

2364And say, if I shall see you soone at night?

2365Cassio. 'Tis but a little way that I can bring you,

2366For I attend heere: But Ile see you soone.

2367Bian. 'Tis very good: I must be circumstanc'd.