Fago. The Lethargy must 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 Callio How is it, General ? Have you not hurt your Head.

Oth. Dost thou mock me?

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.

Jago. There's many a Beast then in a populous City, And many a civil Monster.

Oth. Did he confess it?

Jago. Good Sir, be a Man :
Think every bearded Fellow that's but yoak'd
May draw with you. There's Millions now alive,
That nightly lye in those unproper beds,
Which they dare swear peculiar. Your cause is better.
Oh, 'is the spight of Hell, the Fiends Arch-mock,
To lip a wanton in a secure Couch;
And to suppose her chait. No, let me know,
And knowing what I am, I know what she shall be.

Oth. Ob, thou art wile; 'tis certain.

Jago. Stand you a while apart,
Confine your self but in a patient Lift.
Whilft you were here, o'er-whelmed with your Grief
(A Pallion most resul:ing such a Man)
Caffio came hither. I Mifted him away,
And laid good 'Scuses on your Ecftafie,
Bad him anon return, and here speak with me,
The which he promis’d. Do but encave your self,
And mark the Fleers, the Gybes and notable Scorns,
That dwell in every Region of his Face.
For I will make him tell the Tale anew;
Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when
He hath, and is again to cope your Wife.
I say, but mark bis Gesture. Marty Patience,
Or I shall say y'are a'l in all in Spleen,
And nothirg of a Man.

Oih.

Oth. Dost thou hear, Yago,
I will be found most cuoning in my patience ;
But, dost thou hear, most bloody.

Jago. That's not amiss ;
But yet keep time in all. "Will

you
withdraw.

[Othello withdraws.
Now will I question Cassio of Bianca,
A Huswife, that by selling her desires,
Buys her self Bread and Cloth. It is a Creature
That dotes on Callio, as ’ris 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 go mad;
And his unbookish Jealoufie must construe,
Poor Cassio's Smiles, Gestures and light Behaviours
Quite in the wrong. How do you, 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. Look how he laughs already.
Jago. I never knew a Woman love Man fo.
Cal. Alas, poor Rogue, I think indeed she loves me.
Oih. Now he denjes it faintly, and laughs it out
Jago. Do you hear, Caffio?

Oth. Now he importunes him
To tell it o'er : Go to, well said, well said.

Fago. She gives it out, that you shall marry her.
Do you intend it?

Caf. Ha, ha, ha.
Orb. Do ye triumph, Roman? do you triumph?

Caf. I marry !--- What? a Customer; prithee bear
Some Charity to my Wit, do not think it
So unwholsome, Ha, ha, ha.

Oth. So, fo : They laugh that win.

Fago. Why, the cry goes, that you shall marry her. VOL. V:

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Cas. Prithee say true.
Fago. I am a very Villain else.
Oth. Have you scoar'd me? well.

Caf. This is the Monkey'sown giving out:
She is perswaded I will marry her,
Out of her own Love and Flattery, not out of my promise.

Oih. Jago beckons me: Now he begins the Story.

Caf. She was here even now; she haunts me in every place. I was the other Day talking on the Sea Bank with certain Vonetians, and thither comes the Bauble, and falls me thus about my Neck-.-

Osh. Crying, oh dear Casio, as it were : His gesture im.

ports it.

Caf. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me, So shakes, and pulls me. Ha, ha, ha---

Oth. Now he tells how she pluckt him to my Chamber: Oh, I see that Nole of yours, but not that Dog I shall throw it to.

Caf. Well, I must leave her Company.
Fago. Before me; look where she comes.

Enter Bianca.
Caf. 'Tis such another Fitchew! marry, a perfum'd one:
What do you mean by this haunting of me?

Bian. Let the Devil and his Damn haunt you ; what did you mean by that fame Handkerchief you gave me even now? I was a fine Foolto take it: I must take out the work? A likely piece of work, that you should find it in your Chamber, and know not who left it there. This is fome Minxe's token, and I must take out the work? There, give it your Hobbey-Horse : Wheresoever you had it, I'll take OLI no work on't.

Caf. How now, my sweet Bianca ? How now? How now?

Oth. By Heav'n, that should be my Handkerchief.

Bian. If you'll come to Supper to Night, you may; if you will not, come when you are next prepard for. (Exit.

Fago. After her, after her.
Cal. I must, she'll rail in the Streets elfe.
Fago. Will you Sup there?
Cas. Yes, I intend lo.

Fage.

[Exit Car.

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

Caf. Prithee, come, will you?
Jago. Go to, say no more.
Oth. How shall í murther him, Jago??
Jago. Did you perceive how he laugh'd at his Vice?
Oth. Oh, Fago!

Jago. And did you see the Handkerchief?
Oth. Was that mine?

Jago. Yours by this Hand : And to see how he prizes the foolish Woman your Wife--She gave it him, and he hath given it his Whore.

Oth. I would have him nine Years a killing : A fine Woman! a fair Woman! a sweet Woman!

Jago. Nay, you must forget that.

Oth, Ay, let her rot and perish, and be damn'd to Night, for she shall not livé. No; my Heart is turn’d to Stone : I strike it; and it hurts my Hand. Oh, the World hath not à sweeter Creature- She might lye by an Emperor's fide, and command him Tasks.

Jago. Nay, that's not your way:

Oth. Hang her, I do but say what she is so de licate with her Needle. An admirable Musician. Oh, she will fing the Savageness out of a Bear: Of so high a plenteous Wit, and Invention!

Jago. She's the worfe for all this.

Oth. Oh, a thousand, a thousand times : And then of so gentle a Condition !

Hago. Ay, too gentle.

Oth. Nay that's certain. But yet the pity of it, Fago--Oh, Jago, the pity of it, fago

you are lo fond over her Iniquity : Give her patent to offend, for if it touch not you, it comes near no Body.

Oth. I will chop her into Meffes : Cuckold me !

Jago. Oh, 'tis foul in her. Oth. With mine Officer !

Jago. That's fouler. Oth. Get me some Poison, Fago, this Night. i'll not expoftulate with her, left her Body and her Beauty unprovide my Mind again : This Night, Fago.

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Jago

Jago. If

Jago. Do it not with Poison, strangle her in her Bed.
Even the Bed the hath contaminated.

Oth. Good, good:
*The Justice of it pleases ; very good.

Jago. And for Casio, let me be his undertaker :
You shall hear more by midnight.

Enter Lodovico, Desdemona, and Attendants.
Oth. Excellent good---what Trumpet is that same?

Jago. I warrant something from Venice,
'Tis Lodovico, this comes from the Duke.
See, your Wife's with him,

Lod. Save you, worthy General.
Oth. With all my Heart, Sir.
Lod. The Duke, and the Senators of Venice greet you.

[Gives him a Letter.
Oth. I kiss the Instrument of their Pleasures.
Def. And what's the News, good Cousin Lodovico ?

Jago. I am very glad to see you, Signior.
Welcome to Cyprus.

Lod. I thank you; how does Lieutenant Caffio ?
Jago. Lives, Šir.

Des. Coufin, there's faln between him and my Lord
An unkind Breach: But you shall make all well.

Oth. Are you sure of that?
Des. My Lord ?
Oth. This fail you not to do, as you will

Lod. He did not call; he's busie in the Paper,
Is there diviGon 'twixt my Lord and Casio?

Des. A most unhappy one; I would do much
T'atone them, for the Love I bear to Caffio.

Oth. Fire and Brimstone !
Des. My Lord.
Oth. Are you wise ?
Des. What, is he angry ?

Lod. May be the Letter mov’d him.
For as I think they do command him home,
Deputing Cassio in his Government,

Des. Trust me, I am glad on't.
Oth. Indeed !
Des. My Lord !
Oth. I am glad to see you mado