Do you know, sirrah, where Lieutenant Cassio 2139lies?

I dare not say he lies anywhere.

Why, man?

He's a soldier, and for me to say a soldier lies, 2143'tis stabbing.

Go to! Where lodges he?

To tell you where he lodges is to tell you where 2146I lie.

Can anything be made of this?

I know not where he lodges, and for me to 2149devise a lodging, and say he lies here or he lies there, were 2150to lie in mine own throat.

Can you inquire him out and be edified by 2152report?

I will catechize the world for him--that is, make 2154questions and by them answer.

Seek him, bid him come hither, tell him I 2156have moved my lord on his behalf, and hope all will 2157be well.

To do this is within the compass of man's wit, 2159and therefore I will attempt the doing it.

Where should I lose the handkerchief, 2161Emilia?

I know not, madam.

Believe me, I had rather lose my purse

3.4.162164Full of crusadoes; and but my noble Moor

3.4.172165Is true of mind and made of no such baseness

3.4.182166As jealous creatures are, it were enough

3.4.192167To put him to ill thinking.

To put him to ill thinking. Is he not jealous?

Who, he? I think the sun where he was born

3.4.212170Drew all such humors from him.

Drew all such humors from him. Look where he comes.

I will not leave him now till Cassio

3.4.24Be 2174called to him. How is't with you, my lord?

Well, my good lady. [Aside] Oh, hardness to dissemble!

3.4.262176How do you, Desdemona?

How do you, Desdemona? Well, my good lord.

Give me your hand.

Give me your hand. 2179This hand is moist, my lady.

It hath felt no age, nor known no sorrow.

This argues fruitfulness and liberal heart--

3.4.302182Hot, hot and moist. This hand of yours requires

3.4.312183A sequester from liberty--fasting and prayer,

3.4.322184Much castigation, exercise devout--

3.4.332185For here's a young and sweating devil here

3.4.342186That commonly rebels. 'Tis a good hand,

3.4.352187A frank one.

A frank one. You may indeed say so,

3.4.362189For 'twas that hand that gave away my heart.

A liberal hand. The hearts of old gave hands,

3.4.382191But our new heraldry is hands, not hearts.

I cannot speak of this. 2193Come, now your promise.

What promise, chuck?

I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you.

I have a salt and sorry rheum offends me;

3.4.432197Lend me thy handkerchief.

Lend me thy handkerchief. Here, my lord.

That which I gave you.

That which I gave you. I have it not about me.

Not?

No, faith, my lord.

That's a fault. That handkerchief

3.4.482204Did an Egyptian to my mother give.

3.4.492205She was a charmer and could almost read

3.4.502206The thoughts of people. She told her while she kept it

3.4.512207'Twould make her amiable and subdue my father

3.4.522208Entirely to her love, but if she lost it,

3.4.532209Or made a gift of it, my father's eye

3.4.542210Should hold her loathed, and his spirits should hunt

3.4.552211After new fancies. She, dying, gave it me,

3.4.562212And bid me, when my fate would have me wived,

3.4.572213To give it her. I did so; and, take heed on't,

3.4.582214Make it a darling like your precious eye.

3.4.592215To lose't or give't away were such perdition

3.4.602216As nothing else could match.

As nothing else could match. Is't possible?

'Tis true. There's magic in the web of it:

3.4.622219A sybil that had numbered in the world

3.4.632220The sun to course two hundred compasses,

3.4.642221In her prophetic fury sewed the work;

3.4.652222The worms were hallowed that did breed the silk,

3.4.662223And it was dyed in mummy, which the skillful

3.4.672224Conserved of maidens' hearts.

Conserved of maidens' hearts. I'faith, is't true?

Most veritable; therefore look to't well.

Then would to God that I had never seen't!

Ha? Wherefore?

Why do you speak so startingly and rash?

Is't lost? Is't gone? Speak, is't out o'th'way?

Heaven bless us!

Say you?

It is not lost; but what and if it were?

How?

I say it is not lost.

Fetch't, let me see't.

Why so I can; but I will not now.

3.4.802238This is a trick to put me from my suit.

3.4.812239Pray you, let Cassio be received again.

Fetch me the handkerchief, 2241my mind misgives.

Come, come!

3.4.84 You'll never meet a more 2243sufficient man--

The handkerchief.

The handkerchief. A man that all his time

3.4.862246Hath founded his good fortunes on your love,

3.4.872247Shared dangers with you--

Shared dangers with you-- The handkerchief.

I'faith, you are to blame.

I'faith, you are to blame. Zounds!

Is not this man jealous?

Is not this man jealous? I ne'er saw this before.

3.4.902253Sure there's some wonder in this handkerchief;

3.4.912254I am most unhappy in the loss.

'Tis not a year or two shows us a man.

3.4.932256They are all but stomachs, and we all but food;

3.4.942257They eat us hungerly, and when they are full

3.4.952258They belch us.

They belch us. 2260Look you, Cassio and my husband.

There is no other way; 'tis she must do't--

3.4.982262And lo, the happiness! Go and importune her.

How now, good Cassio, what's the news with 2264you?

Madam, my former suit: I do beseech you

3.4.1012266That by your virtuous means I may again

3.4.1022267Exist and be a member of his love,

3.4.1032268Whom I, with all the office of my heart,

3.4.1042269Entirely honor. I would not be delayed.

3.4.1052270If my offense be of such mortal kind

3.4.1062271That nor my service past, nor present sorrows,

3.4.1072272Nor purposed merit in futurity

3.4.1082273Can ransom me into his love again,

3.4.1092274But to know so must be my benefit;

3.4.1102275So shall I clothe me in a forced content

3.4.1112276And shut myself up in some other course

3.4.1122277To fortune's alms.

To fortune's alms. Alas, thrice-gentle Cassio,

3.4.1132279My advocation is not now in tune;

3.4.1142280My lord is not my lord, nor should I know him

3.4.1152281Were he in favor as in humor altered.

3.4.1162282So help me every spirit sanctified

3.4.1172283As I have spoken for you all my best,

3.4.1182284And stood within the blank of his displeasure

3.4.1192285For my free speech. You must awhile be patient.

3.4.1202286What I can do, I will; and more I will

3.4.1212287Than for myself I dare. Let that suffice you.

Is my lord angry?

Is my lord angry? He went hence but now,

3.4.1232290And certainly in strange unquietness.

Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon

3.4.1252292When it hath blown his ranks into the air

3.4.1262293And, like the devil, from his very arm

3.4.1272294Puffed his own brother--and is he angry?

3.4.1282295Something of moment then. I will go meet him;

3.4.1292296There's matter in't indeed if he be angry.

I prithee do so.

I prithee do so. 2297.2Something sure of state,

3.4.1312298Either from Venice or some unhatched practise

3.4.1322299Made demonstrable here in Cyprus to him,

3.4.1332300Hath puddled his clear spirit; and in such cases

3.4.1342301Men's natures wrangle with inferior things,

3.4.1352302Though great ones are their object. 'Tis even so.

3.4.1362303For let our finger ache and it endues

3.4.1372304Our other healthful members even to a sense

3.4.1382305Of pain. Nay, we must think men are not gods,

3.4.1392306Nor of them look for such observancy

3.4.1402307As fits the bridal. Beshrew me much, Emilia.

3.4.1412308I was, unhandsome warrior as I am,

3.4.1422309Arraigning his unkindness with my soul;

3.4.1432310But now I find I had suborned the witness,

3.4.1442311And he's indicted falsely.

And he's indicted falsely. Pray heaven it be

3.4.1452313State matters, as you think, and no conception

3.4.1462314Nor no jealous toy concerning you.

Alas the day! I never gave him cause.

But jealous souls will not be answered so;

3.4.1492317They are not ever jealous for the cause,

3.4.1502318But jealous for they're jealous. It is a monster

3.4.1512319Begot upon itself, born on itself.

Heaven keep the monster from Othello's mind.

Lady, amen.

I will go seek him. Cassio, walk here about.

3.4.1552323If I do find him fit, I'll move your suit

2324And seek to effect it to my uttermost.

I humbly thank your ladyship.

'Save you, friend Cassio.

'Save you, friend Cassio. What make you from home?

3.4.1592329How is't with you, my most fair Bianca?

3.4.1602330I'faith, sweet love, I was coming to your house.

And I was going to your lodging, Cassio.

3.4.1622332What, keep a week away? Seven days and nights?

3.4.1632333Eight score eight hours? And lovers' absent hours

3.4.1642334More tedious than the dial eight score times?

3.4.1652335Oh, weary reckoning!

Oh, weary reckoning! Pardon me, Bianca.

3.4.1662337I have this while with leaden thoughts been pressed,

3.4.1672338But I shall in a more continuate time

3.4.1682339Strike off this score of absence. Sweet Bianca,

3.4.1692340Take me this work out.

Take me this work out. O Cassio, whence came this?

3.4.1702342This is some token from a newer friend.

3.4.1712343To the felt absence now I feel a cause.

3.4.1722344Is't come to this? Well, well.

Is't come to this? Well, well. Go to, woman!

3.4.1732346Throw your vile guesses in the devil's teeth,

3.4.1742347From whence you have them. You are jealous now

3.4.1752348That this is from some mistress, some remembrance?

3.4.1762349No, by my faith, Bianca.

No, by my faith, Bianca. Why, whose is it?

I know not neither; 2352I found it in my chamber.

3.4.1782353I like the work well; ere it be demanded,

3.4.1792354As like enough it will, I would have it copied.

3.4.1802355Take it and do't, and leave me for this time.

Leave you? Wherefore?

I do attend here on the general,

3.4.1832358And think it no addition nor my wish

3.4.1842359To have him see me womaned.

To have him see me womaned. Why, I pray you?

Not that I love you not.

Not that I love you not. But that you do not love me.

3.4.1862363I pray you bring me on the way a little,

3.4.1872364And say if I shall see you soon at night.

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

3.4.1892366For I attend here, but I'll see you soon.

'Tis very good. I must be circumstanced.