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Jago. You have said now.
Rod. Ay, and said nothing but what I protest intendment of doing.
Fago. Why, now I see there's Mettle in thee; and even from this instant do I build on thee a better Opinion than ever before ; give me thy Hand, Rodorigo. Thou haft taken against me a most juft Exception; but yet I protest I have
; dealt most dire&tly in thy Affair.
Rod. It hach not appear’d.
Jago. I grant indeed it hath not appear'd ; and your Suspicion is not without Wit and Judgment. But, Rodorigo, if thou hast that in thee indeed, which I have greater realon to believe now than ever (I mean, Purpose, Courage, and Valour) this Night shew it. If thou the next Night following enjoy not Desdemona, take me from this world with Treachery, and devise Engines for my Life.
Rod. Well; what is it ? Is it within reason and compass?
Jago. Sir, there is especial Commission come from Venice to depute Casio in Othello's place.
Rod. Is that true? Why then Othello and Desdemona return again to Venice.
Fage. Oh no ; he goes into Mauritania, and taketh away with him the fair Desdemona, unless his abode be lingred here by some accident. Wherein node can be fo determinate, as the removing of Cassio.
Rod. How do you mean removing him ?
Fago. Why, by making him uncapable of Othello's place; knocking out his Brains,
Rod. And that you would have me to do.
Jago. Ay, if you dare do your self a profit, and a right. He fups to night with a Harlotry ; and thither will I go to him. He knows not yet of his honourable Fortune, if you will watch his going thence (which I will fashion to fall out between twelve and one) you may take him at your Pleasure. I will be near to second your Attempt, and he Ihall fall between us. Come, stand not amaz'd at it, but go along with me; I will shew you such a necessity in his
; Death, that you shall think your self bound to put it on him. It is now high supper time ; and the Night grows to waste. About it.
Rod. I will hear further reason for this,
[Exeunt. Enter Othello, Lodovico, Desdemona, Æmilia, and
Oth. Get you to bed on th'instant, I will be return'd forthwith ; dismiss your Attendant there; look't be done.
[Exit. Des. I will, my Lord, Amil. How goes it now ? he looks gertler than he did.
Def. He says he will return incontinent,
Æmil. Dismiss me?
Amil. I would you had never seen him.
Def. So would not I; my love doth fo approve him, That even his Stubbornels, his Checks, his Frowns, (Prethee unpin me) have grace and favour in them.
Æmil. I have laid those Sheets you bad me on the Bed.
Def. All's one ; good Father ! how foolish are our Minds? If I do die before thee, prethee shroud me In one of these fame Sheets.
Æmil. Come, come ; you talk.
Def. My Mother had a Maid called Barbara,
Æmil. Shall I go fetch your Night-gown?
Æmil. A very handsom Man.
Amil. I know a Lady in Venice would have walk'd bare foot to Palefine for a touch of his nether Lip. Des. The poor Soul sat Singing, by a Sycamore Tree. .
(Lay by these)
Amil. It's the Wind.
Def. I calld my Love false Love ; but what said he then? Sing Willow, &c. If I court more Women, you'll couch with more Men. So get thee gone, good pight; mine Eyes do itch, Doth that boad weeping?
Amil, 'Tis neither here nor there,
Def. I have heard it faid so; O these men, these men !
Æmil. There be some such, no Question.
. Nor I neither, by this Heav'nly Light, I might do't as well i'th' dark.
Der. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the World?
Åmil. The World's a huge thing;
Emil. In troth I think I should, and undo't when I had done. Marry, I would not do such a thing for a joint Ring, nor for Measures of Lawn, nor for Gowns, Petticoats, nor Caps, nor any petty Exhibition. But for all the whole World; why, who would not make her Hufband a Cuckold, to make him a Monarch ? I should venture Purgatory for't.
Def. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong For the whole World.
Æmil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i’th' World; and having the World for your Labour, 'tis a wrong in your
Des. I do not think there is any such Woman.
. Yes, a dozen ; and as many to th' vantage, as
; Not to pick bad from bad; but by bad, mendo [Exeunt,
ACT A CT V.
S CE N E I.
SCENE The Street.
Enter Jago, and Rodorigo. Fago.HEREoftand behind this Bulk, Straight will be
Rod. Be near at Hind, I may miscarry in't.
Rod. I have no great Devotion to the Deed,
Fago. I have rub'd this young Quat almost to the fense,
He runs at Caffio, and wounds him.
[Fight, and both fall. Caf. I am maim'd for ever ; Help hoa ! Murther, murther !