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2369Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.
2370Enter Othello, and Iago.
2375Iago. Or to be naked with her Friend in bed,
2376An houre, or more, not meaning any harme?
2380The Diuell their vertue tempts, and they tempt Heauen.
2382But if I giue my wife a Handkerchiefe.
2383Oth. What then?
2384Iago. Why then 'tis hers (my Lord) and being hers,
2385She may (I thinke) bestow't on any man.
2387May she giue that?
Iago.
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2389They haue it very oft, that haue it not.
2390But for the Handkerchiefe.
2394Boading to all) he had my Handkerchiefe.
2395Iago. I: what of that?
2399Who hauing by their owne importunate suit,
2402But they must blab.)
2405No more then he'le vn-sweare.
2407Iago. Why, that he did: I know not what he did.
2408Othe. What? What?
2409Iago. Lye.
2410Oth. With her?
2411Iago. With her? On her: what you will.
2413when they be-lye-her. Lye with her: that's fullsome:
2416and then to confesse: I tremble at it. Nature would not
2420kerchiefe? O diuell. Falls in a Traunce.
2421Iago. Worke on,
2422My Medicine workes. Thus credulous Fooles are caught,
2423And many worthy, and chast Dames euen thus,
2424(All guiltlesse) meete reproach: what hoa? My Lord?
2426Enter Cassio.
2427How now Cassio?
2428Cas. What's the matter?
2431Cas. Rub him about the Temples.
2433If not, he foames at mouth: and by and by
2435Do you withdraw your selfe a little while,
2436He will recouer straight: when he is gone,
2438How is it Generall? Haue you not hurt your head?
2440Iago. I mocke you not, by Heauen:
2441Would you would beare your Fortune like a Man.
2444And many a ciuill Monster.
2446Iago. Good Sir, be a man:
2447Thinke euery bearded fellow that's but yoak'd
2448May draw with you. There's Millions now aliue,
2449That nightly lye in those vnproper beds,
2451Oh, 'tis the spight of hell, the Fiends Arch-mock,
2452To lip a wanton in a secure Cowch;
2456Iago. Stand you a while apart,
2458Whil'st you were heere, o're-whelmed with your griefe
2462Bad him anon returne: and heere speake with me,
2463The which he promis'd. Do but encaue your selfe,
2464And marke the Fleeres, the Gybes, and notable Scornes
2465That dwell in euery Region of his face.
2466For I will make him tell the Tale anew;
2467Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when
2468He hath, and is againe to cope your wife.
2471And nothing of a man.
2473I will be found most cunning in my Patience:
2476But yet keepe time in all: will you withdraw?
2479Buyes her selfe Bread, and Cloath. It is a Creature
2480That dotes on Cassio, (as 'tis the Strumpets plague
2481To be-guile many, and be be-guil'd by one)
2482He, when he heares of her, cannot restraine
2483From the excesse of Laughter. Heere he comes.
2484Enter Cassio.
2488Quite in the wrong. How do you Lieutenant?
2490Whose want euen killes me.
2492Now, if this Suit lay in Bianca's dowre,
2495Oth. Looke how he laughes already.
2500Oth. Now he importunes him
2503Do you intend it?
2504Cas. Ha, ha, ha.
2505Oth. Do ye triumph, Romaine? do you triumph?
2507Some Charitie to my wit, do not thinke it
2508So vnwholesome. Ha, ha, ha.
2510Iago. Why the cry goes, that you marry her.
2514Cas. This is the Monkeys owne giuing out:
2515She is perswaded I will marry her
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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.
2523ports it.
2524Cassio. So hangs, and lolls, and weepes vpon me:
2525So shakes, and pulls me. Ha, ha, ha.
2528shall throw it to.
2531Enter Bianca.
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
2537out the worke? A likely piece of worke, that you should
2538finde it in your Chamber, and know not who left it there.
2541it, Ile take out no worke on't.
2543How now? How now?
2546you will not, come when you are next prepar'd for. Exit
2547Iago. After her: after her.
2552ry faine speake with you.
2553Cas. Prythee come: will you?
2556Iago. Did you perceiue how he laugh'd at his vice?
2557Oth. Oh, Iago.
2559Oth. Was that mine?
2562hath giu'n it his whore.
2563Oth. I would haue him nine yeeres a killing:
2570perours side, and command him Taskes.
2571Iago. Nay, that's not your way.
2575teous wit, and inuention?
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.
2584pattent to offend, for if it touch not you, it comes neere
2585no body.
2587Iago. Oh, 'tis foule in her.
2589Iago. That's fouler.
2592uide my mind againe: this night Iago.
2594Euen the bed she hath contaminated.
2595Oth. Good, good:
2598You shall heare more by midnight.
2599Enter Lodouico, Desdemona, and Attendants.
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.
2608Des. And what's the newes, good cozen Lodouico?
2610Welcome to Cyprus.
2612Iago. Liues Sir,
2613Des. Cozen, there's falne betweene him, & my Lord,
2614An vnkind breach: but you shall make all well.
2616Des. My Lord?
2617Othe. This faile you not to do, as you will---
2621T'attone them, for the loue I beare to Cassio.
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.
2630Othe. Indeed?
2631Des. My Lord?
2634Othe. Diuell.
2636Lod. My Lord, this would not be beleeu'd in Venice,
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.
2644Lod. Truely obedient Lady:
Oth.
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2647Des. My Lord.
2648Othe. What would you with her, Sir?
2649Lod. Who I, my Lord?
2651Sir, she can turne, and turne: and yet go on
2652And turne againe. And she can weepe, Sir, weepe.
2654Very obedient: proceed you in your teares.
2655Concerning this Sir, (oh well-painted passion)
2656I am commanded home: get you away:
2657Ile send for you anon. Sir I obey the Mandate,
2658And will returne to Venice. Hence, auaunt:
2660I do entreat, that we may sup together.
2661You are welcome Sir to Cyprus.
2662Goates, and Monkeys. Exit.
2663Lod. Is this the Noble Moore, whom our full Senate
2666The shot of Accident, nor dart of Chance
2667Could neither graze, nor pierce?
2668Iago. He is much chang'd.
2671What he might be: if what he might, he is not,
2672I would to heauen he were.
2673Lod. What? Strike his wife?
2677Or did the Letters, worke vpon his blood,
2678And new create his fault?
2679Iago. Alas, alas:
2684And marke how he continues.