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But jealous, for they're jealous. It is a Monster
Des. Heav'n keep the Monster from Othello's mind.
Des. I will go seek him. Cassio, walk hereabout;
[Exit. Caf. I humbly thank your Ladyship,
Caf. What makes you from home?
Bian. And I was going to your Lodging, Caffio.
Caf. Pardon me, Bianca :
[Giving her Desdemona's Handkerchief. Take me this work out.”
Bian. Oh Cassio, whence came this?
Caf. Go to, Woman ;
Bian. Why, whose is it?
Caf. I know not neither; I found it in my Chamber;
Bian. Leave you? wherefore ?
And think it no Addition, nor my wish
Bian. Why; I pray you?
Bian. But that you do not love me ;
Cari" 'Tis but a little way that I can bring you,
Bian. 'Tis very good; I must be circumstanc’d.[Exeunt.
A CT IV. SCEN E I.
Enter Othello, and Jago.
you think so?
Fago: W" Uh. Think fo. Fago?
Jago. What, to kiss in private?
Jago. Or to be naked with her Friend in bed,
Oth. Naked in bed, Jago, and not mean harm
Fago. If they do nothing, 'cis a venial sip :
Oth. What then?
Fago. Why then, 'tis hers, my Lord, and being hers, She may, I think, bestow't on any Man.
Oth. She is Prore&ress of her Honour too;
Fago. Her Honour is an Essence that's not seen,
Thou faidft, Oh, it comes o'er my Memory,
, As doth the Raven o'er the infe&ious Houfe, Boading to all, he had
Fago. What if I had said, I had seen him do you wrong?
Oth. Hath he said any thing?
Jago. He hath my Lord, but be you well assur'd,
Oth. What hath he said ?
Oth. Lye with her ! lye on her ! we say, lye on her, when they be-lye her. Lye with her ! that's fulsom: Handkerchief --- Confessions Handkerchief ---- to confess, and be hang'd for his Labour ---- First, to be hang’d, and then to Confefs ---- I tremble at it -... Nature would not inveft her self in such fhadowing Pallion, without some instructi. on. It is not words that shake me thus pish Noses, Ears and Lips is't possible ! Confess ! Handerchief! O Devil [Falls in a Trance.
Fago. Work on,
Caf. What's the matter !
Fago. The Lethargy mult have his quiet course; If not, he foams at Mouth, and by and by Breaks out to savage madness; look, he stirs'; Do you withdraw your self a little while, He will recover straight ; when he is gone, I would on great occasion speak with you. [Exit Caffio How is it, General ? Have you not hurt your Head.
Oth. Doft thou mock me 3
Jago. I mock you not, by Heav'n ; Would
you would bear your Fortune like a Man. Oth. A horned Man's a Monster and a Beast.
Fago. There's many a Beast then in a populous City, And many a civil Monster.
Oih. Did he confess it ?
Jago. Good Sir, be a Man :
Oth. Ob, thou art wile; 'tis certain.
Jago. Stand you a while apart,
Oth. Dost thou hear, Jago,
Fago. That's not amiss ;
[Othello withdraws. Now will I question Cassio of Bianca, A Huswife, that by selling her defires, Buys her self Bread and Cloth. It is a Creature That dotes on Caffio, as 'tis the Strumpet's plague To beguile many, and be beguild by one ; He, when he hears of her, cannot restrain From the excess of Laughter. Here he comes.
Enter Callio. As he shall smile, Othello shall
Lieutenant? Caf. The worser, that you gave me the Addition, Whose want even kills me.
Fago. Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure on't : Now, if this Sute lay in Bianca's Dower,
[Speaking lower. How quickly should you speed?
Caf. Alas, poor Caitiff.
Oth. Now he importunes him
Fago. She gives it out, that you shall marry her.
Caf. Ha, ha, ha.
Oth. So, so : They laugh that win.
Jago. Why, the cry goes, that you shall marry her. VOL. V.