Will you think so?

Will you think so? Think so, Iago?

Will you think so? Think so, Iago? What,

4.1.2To kiss in private?

To kiss in private? An unauthorized kiss?

Or to be naked with her friend in bed

4.1.42376An hour or more, not meaning any harm?

Naked in bed, Iago, and not mean harm?

4.1.62378It is hypocrisy against the devil.

4.1.72379They that mean virtuously and yet do so,

4.1.82380The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt heaven.

If they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip;

4.1.102382But if I give my wife a handkerchief--

What then?

Why then 'tis hers, my lord, and, being hers,

4.1.132385She may, I think, bestow't on any man.

She is protectress of her honor too;

4.1.152387May she give that?

Her honor is an essence that's not seen;

4.1.172389They have it very oft, that have it not.

4.1.182390But for the handkerchief--

By heaven, I would most gladly have forgot it!

4.1.202392Thou saidst--Oh, it comes ore my memory

4.1.212393As doth the raven o'er the infectious house,

4.1.222394Boding to all--he had my handkerchief.

Ay, what of that?

Ay, what of that? That's not so good now.

What if I had said I had seen him do you wrong?

4.1.252398Or heard him say--as knaves be such abroad

4.1.262399Who, having by their own importunate suit

4.1.272400Or voluntary dotage of some mistress

4.1.282401Convincèd or supplied them, cannot choose

4.1.292402But they must blab--

But they must blab-- Hath he said anything?

He hath, my lord, but be you well assured,

4.1.312405No more than he'll unswear.

No more than he'll unswear. What hath he said?

Faith, that he did--I know not what he did.

What? What?

What? What? Lie.

What? What? Lie. With her?

With her, on her--what you will.

Lie with her? Lie on her? We say "lie on her" 2413when they belie her. Lie with her? Zounds, that's fulsome! 2414Handkerchief! Confessions! Handkerchief!--To 2415confess and be hanged for his labor. First to be hanged 2416and then to confess! I tremble at it. Nature would not 2417invest herself in such shadowing passion without some 2418instruction. It is not words that shakes me thus. Pish! 2419Noses, ears, and lips!--Is't possible? Confess? 2420Handkerchief? O devil!

Work on,

4.1.372422My medicine works! Thus credulous fools are caught,

4.1.382423And many worthy and chaste dames even thus,

4.1.392424All guiltless, meet reproach. What ho! My lord?

4.1.402425My lord, I say! Othello!

My lord, I say! Othello! 2427How now, Cassio?

What's the matter?

My lord is fallen into an epilepsy.

4.1.442430This is his second fit; he had one yesterday.

Rub him about the temples.

Rub him about the temples. No, forbear.

4.1.462432The lethargy must have his quiet course;

4.1.472433If not, he foams at mouth and by and by

4.1.482434Breaks out to savage madness. Look, he stirs.

4.1.492435Do you withdraw yourself a little while.

4.1.502436He will recover straight. When he is gone,

4.1.512437I would on great occasion speak with you.

4.1.522438How is it, general? Have you not hurt your head?

Dost thou mock me?

Dost thou mock me? I mock you not, by heaven!

4.1.542441Would you would bear your fortune like a man.

A hornèd man's a monster and a beast.

There's many a beast then in a populous city,

4.1.572444And many a civil monster.

Did he confess it?

Did he confess it? Good sir, be a man.

4.1.592447Think every bearded fellow that's but yoked

4.1.602448May draw with you. There's millions now alive

4.1.612449That nightly lie in those unproper beds,

4.1.622450Which they dare swear peculiar. Your case is better.

4.1.632451Oh, 'tis the spite of hell, the fiend's arch-mock,

4.1.642452To lip a wanton in a secure couch

4.1.652453And to suppose her chaste. No, let me know,

4.1.662454And, knowing what I am, I know what she shall be.

Oh, thou art wise, 'tis certain.

Oh, thou art wise, 'tis certain. Stand you awhile apart;

4.1.682457Confine yourself but in a patient list:

4.1.692458Whilst you were here, o'erwhelmèd with your grief--

4.1.702459A passion most unsuiting such a man--

4.1.712460Cassio came hither. I shifted him away

4.1.722461And laid good 'scuses upon your ecstasy,

4.1.732462Bade him anon return and here speak with me,

4.1.742463The which he promised. Do but encave yourself,

4.1.752464And mark the fleers, the gibes and notable scorns

4.1.762465That dwell in every region of his face.

4.1.772466For I will make him tell the tale anew:

4.1.782467Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when

4.1.792468He hath and is again to cope your wife.

4.1.802469I say, but mark his gesture--marry, patience!

4.1.812470Or I shall say you're all in all in spleen

4.1.822471And nothing of a man.

And nothing of a man. Dost thou hear, Iago?

4.1.832473I will be found most cunning in my patience,

4.1.842474But--dost thou hear?--most bloody.

But--dost thou hear?--most bloody. That's not amiss,

4.1.852476But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw?

4.1.862477Now will I question Cassio of Bianca,

4.1.872478A huswife that by selling her desires

4.1.882479Buys herself bread and cloth. It is a creature

4.1.892480That dotes on Cassio--as 'tis the strumpet's plague

4.1.902481To beguile many and be beguiled by one.

4.1.912482He, when he hears of her, cannot restrain

4.1.922483From the excess of laughter. Here he comes.

4.1.942485As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad;

4.1.952486And his unbookish jealousy must conster

4.1.962487Poor Cassio's smiles, gestures, and light behaviors

4.1.972488Quite in the wrong. How do you, lieutenant?

The worser that you give me the addition

4.1.992490Whose want even kills me.

Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure on't.

4.1.1012492Now if this suit lay in Bianca's power,

4.1.1022493How quickly should you speed.

How quickly should you speed. Alas, poor caitiff!

[Aside] Look how he laughs already.

I never knew a woman love man so.

Alas, poor rogue, I think i'faith she loves me.

[Aside] Now he denies it faintly and laughs it out.

Do you hear, Cassio?

Do you hear, Cassio? [Aside] Now he importunes him

4.1.1082501To tell it o'er. Go to, well said, well said.

She gives it out that you shall marry her.

4.1.1102503Do you intend it?

Ha, ha, ha!

[Aside] Do you triumph, Roman? Do you triumph?

I marry? What, a customer?

4.1.114Prithee bear 2507some charity to my wit;

4.1.115Do not think it 2508so unwholesome. Ha, ha, ha!

[Aside] So, so, so, so! They laugh that wins.

Faith, the cry goes that you marry her.

Prithee say true.

I am a very villain else.

[Aside] Have you scored me? Well.

This is the monkey's own giving out.

4.1.1222515She is persuaded I will marry her

4.1.1232516Out of her own love and flattery, not out of my promise.

[Aside] Iago beckons me; now he begins the story.

She was here even now; she haunts me in 2519every place. I was the other day talking on the 2520seabank with certain Venetians, and thither comes the 2521bauble and, by this hand, she falls me thus about my neck.

[Aside] Crying "O dear Cassio!" as it were; his gesture 2523imports it.

So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me; 2525so shakes and pulls me. Ha, ha, ha!

[Aside] Now he tells how she plucked him to my 2527chamber. Oh, I see that nose of yours, but not that dog I 2528shall throw it to.

Well, I must leave her company.

Before me! Look where she comes.

'Tis such another fitchew--marry, a perfumed one!

4.1.1332533What do you mean by this haunting of me?

Let the devil and his dam haunt you! What 2535did you mean by that same handkerchief you gave 2536me even now? I was a fine fool to take it! I must take 2537out the work? A likely piece of work, that you should 2538find it in your chamber and know not who left it there. 2539This is some minx's token, and I must take out the work? 2540There, give it your hobby-horse!

Wheresoever you had 2541it, I'll take out no work on't.

How now, my sweet Bianca? 2543How now? How now?

[Aside] By heaven, that should be my handkerchief!

If you'll come to supper tonight, you may; if 2546you will not, come when you are next prepared for.

After her, after her!

Faith, I must; she'll rail in the streets else.

Will you sup there?

Faith, I intend so.

Well, I may chance to see you, for I would 2552very fain speak with you.

Prithee come, will you?

Go to, say no more.

[Coming forward] How shall I murder him, Iago?

Did you perceive how he laughed at his vice?

Oh, Iago!

And did you see the handkerchief?

Was that mine?

Yours, by this hand--and to see how he prizes 2561the foolish woman your wife; she gave it him, and he 2562hath given it his whore.

I would have him nine years a-killing! 2564A fine woman, a fair woman, a sweet woman!

Nay, you must forget that.

Ay, let her rot and perish and be damned 2567tonight, for she shall not live. No, my heart is turned to 2568stone; I strike it and it hurts my hand. Oh, the world 2569hath not a sweeter creature! She might lie by an 2570emperor's side and command him tasks.

Nay, that's not your way.

Hang her, I do but say what she is: so delicate 2573with her needle, an admirable musician--Oh, she will 2574sing the savageness out of a bear--of so high 2575plenteous wit and invention!

She's the worse for all this.

Oh, a thousand, a thousand times--2578and then of so gentle a condition!

Ay, too gentle.

Nay, that's certain--2581but yet the pity of it, Iago! Oh, Iago, the pity of it, 2582Iago!

If you are so fond over her iniquity, give her 2584patent to offend; for if it touch not you, it comes near 2585nobody.

I will chop her into messes--cuckold me?

Oh, 'tis foul in her.

With mine officer?

That's fouler.

Get me some poison, Iago, this night. I'll not 2591expostulate with her lest her body and beauty 2592unprovide my mind again. This night, Iago.

Do it not with poison. Strangle her in her bed, 2594even the bed she hath contaminated.

Good, good--2596the justice of it pleases! Very good.

And for Cassio, let me be his undertaker. 2598You shall hear more by midnight.

Excellent good--

Excellent good-- 2600.2What trumpet is that same?

I warrant something from Venice.

4.1.1722602'Tis Lodovico, this, comes from the duke.

4.1.1732603See, your wife's with him.

God save you, worthy general.

With all my heart, sir.

[Giving Othello a letter] The Duke and the Senators of Venice greet you.

I kiss the instrument of their pleasures.

And what's the news, good cousin Lodovico?

I am very glad to see you, signor.

4.1.1802610Welcome to Cyprus.

I thank you. How does Lieutenant Cassio?

Lives, sir.

Cousin, there's fallen between him and my lord

4.1.1842614An unkind breach, but you shall make all well.

Are you sure of that?

Are you sure of that? My lord?

He did not call; he's busy in the paper.

4.1.1882619Is there division 'twixt my lord and Cassio?

A most unhappy one. I would do much

4.1.1902621T'atone them, for the love I bear to Cassio.

Fire and brimstone!

Fire and brimstone! My lord?

Fire and brimstone! My lord? Are you wise?

What, is he angry?

What, is he angry? Maybe the letter moved him.

4.1.1932627For, as I think, they do command him home,

4.1.1942628Deputing Cassio in his government.

By my troth, I am glad on't.

By my troth, I am glad on't. Indeed?

By my troth, I am glad on't. Indeed? My lord?

I am glad to see you mad.

I am glad to see you mad. Why, sweet Othello?

I am glad to see you mad. Why, sweet Othello? [Striking her] Devil!

I have not deserved this.

My lord, this would not be believed in Venice,

4.1.1992637Though I should swear I saw't. 'Tis very much.

4.1.2002638Make her amends; she weeps.

Make her amends; she weeps. O devil, devil!

4.1.2012640If that the earth could teem with woman's tears,

4.1.2022641Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile.--

4.1.2032642Out of my sight!

Out of my sight! [Starting to exit] I will not stay to offend you.

Truly obedient lady!

4.1.2052645I do beseech your lordship call her back.

Mistress!

Mistress! [Returning] My lord?

Mistress! [Returning] My lord? What would you with her, sir?

Who I, my lord?

Ay, you did wish that I would make her turn.

4.1.2092651Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on

4.1.2102652And turn again. And she can weep, sir, weep;

4.1.2112653And she's obedient, as you say, obedient,

4.1.2122654Very obedient.--Proceed you in your tears!--

4.1.2132655Concerning this, sir--O well-painted passion!--

4.1.2142656I am commanded home.--Get you away!

4.1.2152657I'll send for you anon.--Sir, I obey the mandate

4.1.2162658And will return to Venice.--Hence, avaunt!--

4.1.2172659Cassio shall have my place. And, sir, tonight

4.1.2182660I do entreat that we may sup together.

4.1.2192661You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus.--2662Goats and monkeys!

Is this the noble Moor whom our full senate

4.1.2212664Call all in all sufficient? Is this the nature

4.1.2222665Whom passion could not shake? Whose solid virtue

4.1.2232666The shot of accident nor dart of chance

4.1.2242667Could neither graze nor pierce?

Could neither graze nor pierce? He is much changed.

Are his wits safe? Is he not light of brain?

He's that he is; I may not breathe my censure.

4.1.2272671What he might be--if what he might, he is not--

4.1.2282672I would to heaven he were.

I would to heaven he were. What? Strike his wife?

Faith, that was not so well; yet would I knew

4.1.2302675That stroke would prove the worst.

That stroke would prove the worst. Is it his use?

4.1.2312677Or did the letters work upon his blood

4.1.2322678And new-create his fault?

And new-create his fault? Alas, alas!

4.1.2332680It is not honesty in me to speak

4.1.2342681What I have seen and known. You shall observe him

4.1.2352682And his own courses will denote him so

4.1.2362683That I may save my speech; do but go after

4.1.2372684And mark how he continues.

I am sorry that I am deceived in him.