I'll not believ't. Def. How now, my dear Othello? Your Dinner, and the generous Islanders, By you invited, do attend your presence. Oth. I am to blame. Def. Why do you speak so faintly? Are you not well? Oth. I have a pain upon my Forehead here.. Def. Why, that's with watching, 'twill away again. Let me but bind it hard, within this hour It will be well. Oth. Your Napkin is too little; Exeunt [She drops her Handkerchief. To kifs and talk to. I'll have the work ta'en out, I nothing, but to please his Fantafie. Enter Jago. Jage. How now? What do you here alone? It is a common thing Emil. Hah? Jago. To have a foolish Wife. Emil. Oh, is that all? what will you give me now For that fame Handkerchief? Jago. What Handkerchief? Emil. What Handkerchief? Why, that the Moor firft gave to Desdemona, Æmil. No; but she let it drop by Negligence, Mm 2 And And to th' Advantage, I being here, took❜t up: Jago. A good Wench, give it me. Amil. What will you do with't, you have been so earneft to have me filtch it? Jago. Why, what is that to you? [Snatching it. Amil. If it be not for fome purpose of import, Give't me again. Poor Lady, fhe'll run mad, When she shall lack it. Jago. Be not acknown on't: I have ufe for it. Go, leave me--- [Exit Emil. As proofs of holy Writ. This may do fomething. Burn like the Mines of Sulphur. I did say so. Look, where he comes! not Poppy, nor Mandragora, Shall ever medicine thee to that fweet Sleep, Oth. Ha! ha! falfe to me! Jago. Why, how now, General; no more of that. I fwear 'tis better to be much abus'd, Than but to know a little. Jago. How now, my Lord? Oth. What fcent had I, in her ftoln hours of Luft? I faw it not, thought it not, it harm'd not me: Iflept the next Night well, fed well, was free and merry, I found not Caffio's Kiffes on her Lips; He that is robb'd, not wanting what is ftoln, Let him not know't, and he's not robb'd at all. Oth. I had been happy if the general Camp, So I had nothing known. Oh now, for ever arewel the tranquil Mind. Farewel Content; arewel the plumed Troops, and the big Wars, That make Ambition Virtue! Oh farewel, Farewel the neighing Steed, and the fhrill Trump, The Spirit-ftirring Drum, th' Ear-piercing Fife, The Royal Banner, and all Quality, Pride, Pomp, and Circumstance of glorious War; Jago. Is't poffible, my Lord? Oth. Villain, be fure thou prove my Love a Whore; Be fure of it: Give me the Ocular Proof, [Catching hold on him. Or by the worth of mine eternal Soul, Thou hadft been better have been born a Dog, Than anfwer my wak'd wrath. Jago. Is't come to this? Oth. Make me to fee't, or, at the least, so prove it, Oth. If thou doft flander her, and torture me, On horrors Head, horrors accumulate, Do Deeds to make Heav'n weep, all Earth amaz'd; Greater than that. Jago. O Grace! O Heav'n forgive me! Oh monstrous World! Take note, take note, O World, I thank you for this Profit, and from hence I'll love no Friend, fith Love breeds fuch Offence, Oth. By the World, I think my Wife is honeft, and think she is not; I'll not endure it. Would I were fatisfied! Oth. Would, nay, and I will. Jago. And may; but now? how fatisfied, my Lord? Would you the fuper-vifion grofly gape on? Behold her topp'd? Oth. Death, and Damnation! Oh!. Jago, It were a tedious difficulty I think, More than their own. What then? how then? Were they as prime as Goats, as hot as Monkeys, But fith I am entred in this Cause fo far, And then, Sir, would he gripe, and wring my Hand, Cry Cryoh fweet Creature---then kiss me hard, As if he plucke up Kiffes by the Roots, That grew upon my Lips, lay his Leg o'er my Thigh, Oth. O monftrous! monftrous ! Jago. Nay this was but his Dream. Oth. But this denoted a fore-gone Conclufion, Oth. I'll tear her all to pieces. Jago. Nay yet be wife, yet we fee nothing done; Oth. If it be that Jago. If it be that, or any, if 'twas hers, Oth. O that the Slave had forty thoufand Lives! All my fond Love thus do I blow to Heav'n. 'Tis gone; Yield up, O Love, thy Crown and hearted Throne Jago. Yet be content. Oth. O Blood, Blood, Blood Jago. Patience I fay; your Mind may change, Mm 4 'Till |