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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 ;
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 :
Oth. Ob, thou art wile; 'tis certain.
Jago. Stand you a while apart,
Oth. Dost thou hear, Yago,
Jago. That's not amiss ;
Caf. The worser, that you gave me the Addition,
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.
Caf. I marry !--- What? a Customer; prithee bear
Oth. So, fo : They laugh that win.
Fago. Why, the cry goes, that you shall marry her. VOL. V:
Cas. Prithee say true.
Caf. This is the Monkey'sown giving out:
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.
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.
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.
Fago. Well, I may chance to see you; for I would very fain speak with you.
Caf. Prithee, come, will you?
Jago. And did you see the Handkerchief?
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.
Jago. Do it not with Poison, strangle her in her Bed.
Oth. Good, good:
Jago. And for Casio, let me be his undertaker :
Enter Lodovico, Desdemona, and Attendants.
Jago. I warrant something from Venice,
Lod. Save you, worthy General.
[Gives him a Letter.
Jago. I am very glad to see you, Signior.
Lod. I thank you; how does Lieutenant Caffio ?
Des. Coufin, there's faln between him and my Lord
Oth. Are you sure of that?
Lod. He did not call; he's busie in the Paper,
Des. A most unhappy one; I would do much
Oth. Fire and Brimstone !
Lod. May be the Letter mov’d him.
Des. Trust me, I am glad on't.