IAGO. I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion: I do repent me that I put it to you.

You would be satisfied?

Отн.

Would? nay, and I will.

IAGO. And may: But how? how satisfied, my lord? Would you the supervision? grossly gape on?

Behold her topp'd?

Отн.

Death and damnation! O!

IAGO. It were a tedious difficulty, I think,

To bring them to that prospect: Damn them then,
If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster,

More than their own! What then? how then?
What shall I say? Where's satisfaction?
It is impossible you should see this,

Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys,
As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross
As ignorance made drunk. But yet, I say,
If imputation, and strong circumstances,
Which lead directly to the door of truth,
Will give you satisfaction, you might have 't.
ОTH. Give me a living reason she 's disloyal.
IAGO. I do not like the office:

But, sith I am enter'd in this cause so far,
Prick'd to 't by foolish honesty and love,
I will go on.
I lay with Cassio lately;
And, being troubled with a raging tooth,

I could not sleep.

There are a kind of men so loose of soul,

That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs;
One of this kind is Cassio :

In sleep I heard him say,-Sweet Desdemona,
Let us be wary, let us hide our loves!

And then, sir, would he gripe and wring my hand,
Cry,-O sweet creature! then kiss me hard,
As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots,

That grew upon my lips; lay his leg o'er my thigh,
And sigh, and kiss; and then cry,-Cursed fate
That gave thee to the Moor!

O monstrous! monstrous!

Отн.
IAGO. Nay, this was but his dream.

Отн. But this denoted a foregone conclusion;
'T is a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream.
IAGO. And this may help to thicken other proofs,
That do demonstrate thinly.

ΟΤΗ.

I'll tear her all to pieces.
IAGO. Nay, but be wise; yet we see nothing done;
She may be honest yet. Tell me but this,—
Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief,
Spotted with strawberries, in your wife's hand?
ОTH. I gave her such a one; 't was my first gift.
IAGO. I know not that: but such a handkerchief
(I am sure it was your wife's) did I to-day
See Cassio wipe his beard with.

OTH.

If it be that,

IAGO. If it be that or any, if 't was hers,
It speaks against her, with the other proofs.
ОTH. O, that the slave had forty thousand lives;
One is too poor, too weak for my revenge!
Now do I see 't is true.-Look here, Iago;
All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven:
"T is gone.-

Arise, black vengeance, from the hollow hell!
Yield up, O love, thy crown, and hearted throne,
To tyrannous hate! swell, bosom, with thy fraught,
For 't is of aspick's tongues!

IAGO.

Yet, be content.
Oтн. O, blood, blood, blood!

IAGO. Patience, I say; your mind may change.
OTH. Never, Iago. Like to the Pontick sea,

Whose icy current and compulsive course
Ne'er keeps retiring ebb, but keeps due on
To the Propontick and the Hellespont;

Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace,
Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love,
Till that a capable and wide revenge

Swallow them up.-Now, by yond' marble heaven,
In the due reverence of a sacred vow

I here engage my words.

IAGO.

Do not rise yet.—

Witness, you ever-burning lights above!

[Kneels.

[Kneels.

You elements that clip us round about!
Witness, that here Iago doth give up
The execution of his wit, hands, heart,

To wrong'd Othello's service! let him command,
And to obey shall be in me remorse,

What bloody business ever

Отн.

I greet thy love,

Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounteous,
And will upon the instant put thee to 't:

Within these three days let me hear thee say
That Cassio 's not alive.

LAGO. My friend is dead: 't is done, at your request:
But let her live.

Отн.

her!

Damn her, lewd minx! O, damn her! damn

Come, go with me apart; I will withdraw,

To furnish me with some swift means of death

For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant.
IAGO. I am your own for ever.

SCENE IV.-The Same.

Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, and Clown.

[Exeunt.

DES. Do you know, sirrah, where lieutenant Cassio lies? CLO. I dare not say he lies any where.

DES. Why, man?

CLO. He is a soldier; and for me to say a soldier lies, 't is stabbing.

CLO. To tell you where he lodges is to tell you where I lie.

DES. Can any thing be made of this?

CLO. I know not where he lodges; and for me to devise a lodging, and say he lies here, or he lies there, were to lie in mine own throat.

DES. Can you inquire him out, and be edified by report? CLO. I will catechise the world for him; that is, make questions, and by them answer.

DES. Seek him, bid him come hither; tell him I have moved my lord on his behalf, and hope all will be well.

CLO. To do this is within the compass of man's wit; and therefore I will attempt the doing it.

DES. Where should I lose the handkerchief, Emilia ?
EMIL. I know not, madam.

DES. Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse
Full of cruzadoes. And, but my noble Moor

Is true of mind, and made of no such baseness
As jealous creatures are, it were enough

To put him to ill thinking.

EMIL.

Is he not jealous?

[Exit.

DES. Who, he? I think the sun, where he was born, Drew all such humours from him.

EMIL.

Look where he comes.

DES. I will not leave him now, till Cassio

Be call'd to him.-How is 't with you, my lord?

Enter OTHELLO.

Огн. Well, my good lady;-[Aside.] O, hardness to dissemble !

How do you, Desdemona ?

DES.

Well, my good lord.

OTH. Give me your hand: This hand is moist, my lady.
DES. It yet has felt no age, nor known no sorrow.
OTH. This argues fruitfulness, and liberal heart ;

Hot, hot, and moist: This hand of yours requires
A sequester from liberty, fasting and prayer,
Much castigation, exercise devout;

For here's a young and sweating devil here,
That commonly rebels. "T is a good hand,
A frank one.

DES. You may, indeed, say so;

For 't was that hand that gave away my heart.

Отн. A liberal hand: The hearts of old gave hands:

But our new heraldry is-hands, not hearts.

DES. I cannot speak of this.

Oтн. What promise, chuck?

Come now, your promiɛe.

DES. I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you.
OTн. I have a salt and sorry rheum offends me;

Lend me thy handkerchief.

DES.

Did an Egyptian to my mother give;

She was a charmer, and could almost read

The thoughts of people: she told her, while she kept it, "T would make her amiable, and subdue my father Entirely to her love; but if she lost it,

Or made a gift of it, my father's eye

Should hold her loathly, and his spirits should hunt
After new fancies: She, dying, gave it me;
And bid me, when my fate would have me wive,
To give it her. I did so and take heed on 't,
Make it a darling like your precious eye;
To lose 't or give 't away, were such perdition
As nothing else could match.

DES.

Is 't possible?

ОTH. "T is true: There's magic in the web of it:
A sibyl, that had number'd in the world

The sun to course two hundred compasses,
In her prophetic fury sew'd the work:

The worms were hallow'd that did breed the silk ;
And it was dy'd in mummy, which the skilful
Conserv'd of maidens' hearts.

DES.

Indeed! is 't true?

OTн. Most veritable; therefore look to 't well.

DES. Then 'would to heaven that I had never seen it.

ОтH. Ha! wherefore?

DES. Why do you speak so startingly and rash?

OTH. Is 't lost? is 't gone? speak, is 't out of the way? DES. Bless us!

DES. It is not lost: But what and if it were?

OTH. HOW?

DES. I say, it is not lost.

OTH.

Fetch 't, let me see it.

DES. Why, so I can, sir, but I will not now;