Be thou assured, good Cassio, I will do
Good madam, do.
1593I warrant it grieves my husband
Oh, that's an honest fellow. Do not doubt, Cassio,
3.3.61596But I will have my lord and you again
As friendly as you were. Bounteous madam,
3.3.81599Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio,
3.3.91600He's never anything but your true servant.
I know't. I thank you. You do love my lord;
3.3.111602You have known him long, and be you well assured
3.3.121603He shall in strangeness stand no farther off
Than in a politic distance. Ay, but, lady,
3.3.151607Or feed upon such nice and waterish diet,
3.3.171609That I being absent and my place supplied,
3.3.181610My general will forget my love and service.
Do not doubt that. Before Emilia here,
3.3.201612I give thee warrant of thy place. Assure thee,
3.3.211613If I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it
3.3.221614To the last article. My lord shall never rest:
3.3.231615I'll watch him tame and talk him out of patience;
3.3.241616His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift;
3.3.261618With Cassio's suit. Therefore be merry, Cassio,
Than give thy cause away. Madam, here comes my lord.
Madam, I'll take my leave.
Madam, I'll take my leave. Why stay, and hear me speak.
Madam, not now. I am very ill at ease,
Well, do your discretion.
Ha? I like not that.
Ha? I like not that. What dost thou say?
Nothing, my lord; or if--I know not what.
Was not that Cassio parted from my wife?
Cassio, my lord? No sure, I cannot think it
3.3.381633That he would steal away so guilty-like,
Seeing your coming. I do believe 'twas he.
How now, my lord?
3.3.421638A man that languishes in your displeasure.
Who is't you mean?
Why, your lieutenant, Cassio. Good my lord,
3.3.451641If I have any grace or power to move you,
3.3.471643For if he be not one that truly loves you,
3.3.481644That errs in ignorance and not in cunning,
Went he hence now?
Went he hence now? Aye, sooth, so humbled
3.3.521649That he hath left part of his grief with me
3.3.531650To suffer with him. Good love, call him back.
Not now, sweet Desdemon--some other time.
But shall't be shortly?
But shall't be shortly? The sooner, sweet, for you.
Shall't be tonight, at supper?
Shall't be tonight, at supper? No, not tonight.
Tomorrow dinner, then?
Tomorrow dinner, then? I shall not dine at home;
Why then, tomorrow night, or Tuesday morn,
3.3.601660On Tuesday noon or night, or Wednesday morn.
3.3.621662Exceed three days. In faith, he's penitent;
3.3.631663And yet his trespass, in our common reason--
3.3.641664Save that they say the wars must make example
3.3.661666T'incur a private check. When shall he come?
3.3.681668What you would ask me that I should deny
3.3.691669Or stand so mamm'ring on? What? Michael Cassio,
3.3.701670That came a-wooing with you, and so many a time
3.3.721672Hath ta'en your part--to have so much to do
3.3.731673To bring him in? By'r Lady, I could do much--
Prithee, no more. Let him come when he will;
I will deny thee nothing. Why, this is not a boon;
3.3.761677'Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves,
3.3.771678Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm,
3.3.791680To your own person. Nay, when I have a suit
3.3.801681Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed,
3.3.811682It shall be full of poise and difficult weight,
And fearful to be granted. I will deny thee nothing.
3.3.831685Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this:
Shall I deny you? No! Farewell, my lord.
Farewell, my Desdemona. I'll come to thee straight.
Emilia, come. [To Othello] Be as your fancies teach you.
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul
3.3.901692But I do love thee! And when I love thee not,
My noble lord--
My noble lord-- What dost thou say, Iago?
Did Michael Cassio,
1697when you wooed my lady,
Know of your love? He did, from first to last.
But for a satisfaction of my thought,
No further harm. Why of thy thought, Iago?
I did not think he had been acquainted with her.
Oh yes, and went between us very oft.
Indeed?
Indeed? Ay, indeed. Discern'st thou aught in that?
Honest, my lord?
Honest? Ay, honest.
My lord, for aught I know.
What dost thou think?
Think, my lord?
"Think, my lord?" By heaven, thou echo'st me
3.3.1091714As if there were some monster in thy thought
3.3.1101715Too hideous to be shown. Thou dost mean something.
3.3.1111716I heard thee say even now, thou lik'st not that
3.3.1121717When Cassio left my wife. What didst not like?
3.3.1141719Of my whole course of wooing, thou cried'st "Indeed?"
3.3.1151720And didst contract and purse thy brow together
3.3.1171722Some horrible conceit. If thou dost love me,
My lord, you know I love you.
My lord, you know I love you. I think thou dost;
3.3.1201726And for I know thou'rt full of love and honesty,
3.3.1211727And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'st them breath,
3.3.1221728Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more.
3.3.1241730Are tricks of custom, but in a man that's just,
3.3.1251731They're close dilations, working from the heart,
That passion cannot rule. For Michael Cassio,
I think so too.
I think so too. Men should be what they seem,
3.3.1291737Or those that be not, would they might seem none.
Certain, men should be what they seem.
Why then, I think Cassio's an honest man.
Nay, yet there's more in this.
3.3.1341742As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts
The worst of words. Good my lord, pardon me.
3.3.1371746I am not bound to that all slaves are free to.
3.3.1381747Utter my thoughts? Why, say they are vile and false--
3.3.1391748As where's that palace whereinto foul things
3.3.1401749Sometimes intrude not? Who has that breast so pure
3.3.1421751Keep leets and law-days, and in sessions sit
Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago,
3.3.1451754If thou but think'st him wronged and mak'st his ear
A stranger to thy thoughts. I do beseech you,
3.3.1501760Shapes faults that are not--that your wisdom
3.3.1521762Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble
3.3.1531763Out of his scattering and unsure observance.
To let you know my thoughts. What dost thou mean?
Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
3.3.1601772'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands--
And makes me poor indeed. I'll know thy thoughts.
You cannot, if my heart were in your hand,
Ha?
Ha? Oh, beware, my lord, of jealousy.
3.3.1671781It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock
3.3.1681782The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss
3.3.1691783Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;
3.3.1711785Who dotes yet doubts, suspects yet soundly loves?
Oh, misery!
Poor and content is rich, and rich enough,
From jealousy. Why? Why is this?
3.3.1801795With fresh suspicions? No! To be once in doubt
3.3.1841799Matching thy inference. 'Tis not to make me jealous
3.3.1851800To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,
3.3.1861801Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances;
3.3.1911806I'll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove;
3.3.1921807And on the proof, there is no more but this:
I am glad of this, for now I shall have reason
3.3.1961811With franker spirit. Therefore, as I am bound,
3.3.1971812Receive it from me. I speak not yet of proof.
3.3.1981813Look to your wife; observe her well with Cassio.
3.3.1991814Wear your eyes thus, not jealous nor secure.
3.3.2051821Is not to leave't undone, but keep't unknown.
Dost thou say so?
She did deceive her father, marrying you;
3.3.2081824And when she seemed to shake and fear your looks,
She loved them most. And so she did.
She loved them most. And so she did. Why, go to then.
3.3.2101828She that so young could give out such a seeming
For too much loving you. I am bound to thee forever.
I see this hath a little dashed your spirits.
Not a jot, not a jot.
Not a jot, not a jot. I'faith, I fear it has.
I will not.
I will not. Should you do so, my lord,
3.3.2231846My speech should fall into such vile success,
My lord, I see you're moved. No, not much moved.
Long live she so,
1853and long live you to think so.
And yet how nature, erring from itself--
Ay, there's the point--
1856as, to be bold with you,
3.3.2331860Foh! One may smell in such a will most rank,
3.3.2381865May fall to match you with her country forms,
And happily repent. Farewell, farewell.
3.3.2401868If more thou dost perceive, let me know more.
[Starting to exit] My lord, I take my leave.
Why did I marry?
1873This honest creature doubtless
3.3.2441874Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds.
[Returning] My lord, I would I might entreat your honor
3.3.2461876To scan this thing no farther; leave it to time.
3.3.2471877Although 'tis fit that Cassio have his place--
3.3.2481878For sure he fills it up with great ability--
3.3.2501880You shall by that perceive him and his means.
Fear not my government.
Fear not my government. I once more take my leave.
This fellow's of exceeding honesty,
3.3.2591890And knows all qualities with a learned spirit
3.3.2601891Of human dealings. If I do prove her haggard,
3.3.2611892Though that her jesses were my dear heartstrings,
3.3.2621893I'd whistle her off and let her down the wind
3.3.2641895And have not those soft parts of conversation
3.3.2661897Into the vale of years--yet that's not much--
3.3.2681899Must be to loathe her. Oh, curse of marriage,
3.3.2691900That we can call these delicate creatures ours
3.3.2701901And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad
3.3.2731904For others' uses. Yet 'tis the plague to great ones,
I'll not believe't. How now, my dear Othello?
I am to blame.
I am to blame. Why do you speak so faintly?
I have a pain upon my forehead, here.
Why, that's with watching; 'twill away again.
3.3.288.1[Desdemona tries to bind Othello's head with her handkerchief.] It will be well. Your napkin is too little.
[The handkerchief falls.]
I am very sorry that you are not well.
[Picking up the handkerchief] I am glad I have found this napkin.
3.3.2921926This was her first remembrance from the Moor.
3.3.2941928Wooed me to steal it, but she so loves the token--
3.3.2951929For he conjured her she should ever keep it--
3.3.2971931To kiss and talk to. I'll have the work taken out
How now? What do you here alone?
Do not you chide; I have a thing for you.
You have a thing for me?
1939It is a common thing--
Ha?
To have a foolish wife.
Oh, is that all? What will you give me now
For that same handkerchief? What handkerchief?
What handkerchief?
Hast stolen it from her?
No, but she let it drop by negligence,
3.3.3141950And, to th'advantage, I, being here, took't up.
Look, here 'tis. A good wench. Give it me.
What will you do with't, that you have been
So earnest to have me filch it? Why, what is that to you?
If it be not for some purpose of import,
When she shall lack it. Be not acknown on't;
3.3.3251964As proofs of holy writ. This may do something.
3.3.3271966Dangerous conceits are in their natures poisons,
3.3.3281967Which at the first are scarce found to distaste,
3.3.3301969Burn like the mines of sulfur. I did say so.
3.3.3321971Look where he comes. Not poppy, nor mandragora,
3.3.3341973Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
Which thou owedst yesterday. Ha, ha! False to me?
Why, how now, general? No more of that.
Avaunt, be gone! Thou hast set me on the rack.
Than but to know't a little. How now, my lord?
What sense had I in her stolen hours of lust?
3.3.3411982I saw't not, thought it not, it harmed not me.
3.3.3421983I slept the next night well, fed well, was free and merry.
3.3.3441985He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen,
3.3.3451986Let him not know't, and he's not robbed at all.
I am sorry to hear this.
I had been happy if the general camp,
3.3.3481989Pioneers and all, had tasted her sweet body,
3.3.3501991Farewell the tranquil mind; farewell content;
3.3.3531994Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump,
3.3.3541995The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
3.3.3561997Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!
3.3.3581999The immortal Jove's dread clamors counterfeit,
Is't possible, my lord?
Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore!
Than answer my waked wrath. Is't come to this?
Make me to see't, or at the least so prove it
My noble lord--
If thou dost slander her and torture me,
3.3.3732015Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amazed,
Greater than that. O grace! O heaven forgive me!
3.3.3772020God b'wi'you, take mine office. O wretched fool
3.3.3792022O monstrous world! Take note, take note, O world,
3.3.3822025I'll love no friend sith love breeds such offense.
Nay, stay; thou shouldst be honest.
I should be wise, for honesty's a fool
And loses that it works for. By the world,
3.3.3862030I think my wife be honest, and think she is not;
3.3.3872031I think that thou art just, and think thou art not.
3.3.3882032I'll have some proof. Her name, that was as fresh
3.3.3902034As mine own face. If there be cords or knives,
I see you are eaten up with passion;
You would be satisfied? Would? Nay, and I will.
And may--but how? how satisfied, my lord?
Behold her topped? Death and damnation! Oh!
It were a tedious difficulty, I think,
3.3.4002046To bring them to that prospect. Damn them then,
3.3.4052051Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys,
3.3.4062052As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross
3.3.4102056Will give you satisfaction, you might have't.
Give me a living reason she's disloyal.
I do not like the office;
3.3.4132059But sith I am entered in this cause so far--
3.3.4182064So loose of soul that in their sleeps will mutter
3.3.4222068And then, sir, would he gripe and wring my hand,
3.3.4262072O'er my thigh, and sighed, and kissed, and then
3.3.4272073Cried "Cursèd fate that gave thee to the Moor!"
Oh, monstrous! monstrous!
Oh, monstrous! monstrous! Nay, this was but his dream.
But this denoted a foregone conclusion;
3.3.4302077'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream.
And this may help to thicken other proofs
That do demonstrate thinly. I'll tear her all to pieces!
Nay, yet be wise, yet we see nothing done;
3.3.4362084Spotted with strawberries in your wife's hand?
I gave her such a one; 'twas my first gift.
I know not that, but such a handkerchief--
See Cassio wipe his beard with. If it be that--
If it be that, or any, it was hers.
3.3.4422091It speaks against her with the other proofs.
Oh, that the slave had forty thousand lives!
3.3.4462095All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven--'tis gone!
3.3.4472096Arise, black vengeance from the hollow hell.
3.3.4482097Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne
3.3.4492098To tyrannous hate. Swell, bosom, with thy fraught,
For 'tis of aspics' tongues. Yet be content.
Oh, blood, blood, blood!
Patience, I say. Your mind may change.
Never, Iago. Like to the Pontic Sea,
3.3.4572107Even so my bloody thoughts with violent pace
3.3.4582108Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love,
I here engage my words. Do not rise yet.
3.3.4672118To wronged Othello's service. Let him command,
What bloody business ever. I greet thy love
3.3.4702122Not with vain thanks but with acceptance bounteous,
3.3.4722124Within these three days let me hear thee say
That Cassio's not alive. My friend is dead;
Damn her, lewd minx!
2130Oh, damn her, damn her!
3.3.4772132To furnish me with some swift means of death
I am your own forever.