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Your dinner, and the generous islanders
By you invited, do attend your presence.
Oth. I am to blame.

Des. Why is your speech so faint? are you not well?

Oth. I have a pain upon my forehead here.

Des. Faith, that's with watching; 't will away again :

Let me but bind it hard, within this hour
It will be well.

Oth.

Your napkin is too little :

[He puts the handkerchief from him, and
it drops.

Let it alone. Come, I'll go in with you.
Des. I am very sorry that you are not well.

[Exeunt OTHELLO and DESDEMONA. Emil. I am glad I have found this napkin: This was her first remembrance from the Moor. My wayward husband hath a hundred times Wooed me to steal it; but she so loves the token (For he conjúred her she would ever keep it), That she reserves it evermore about her,

To kiss and talk to. I'll have the work ta'en out,
And give it Iago:

What he'll do with it, heaven knows, not I;
I nothing, but to please his fantasy.

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I saw it not, thought it not, it harmed not me:
I slept the next night well, was free and merry:
I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips.

He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen,
Let him not know it, and he 's not robbed at all,
Iago. I am sorry to hear this.

Oth. I had been happy if the general camp, Pioneers and all, had tasted her sweet body, So I had nothing known.-O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind: farewell content! Farewell the pluméd troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue! O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner; and all quality,

Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! And O you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell!-Othello's occupation 's gone!

Iago. Is it possible? My lord,

Oth. Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore :

Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof;
[Taking him by the throat.
Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul,
Thou hadst been better have been born a dog,
Than answer my waked wrath.

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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 may have it.
Oth. Give me a living reason she's disloyal,
Iago. I do not like the office:

But sith I am entered in this cause so far,
Pricked to it 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!" and then kiss me hard,
As if he plucked up kisses by the roots,
That grew upon my lips: then laid his leg
Over my thigh, and sighed and kissed; and then
Cried,—“ Curséd fate, that gave thee to the Moor!"
Oth. O monstrous! monstrous!
Iago.
Oth. But this denoted a foregone conclusion.
Iago. "Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a

Nay, this was but his dream.

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O, blood, Iago, blood!

Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on
To the Propontic 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 [Kneels.
I here engage my words.

Do not rise yet.

[Kneels.

Iago. Witness, you ever-burning lights above! You elements that clip us round about! Witness that here Iago doth give up The execution of his wit, hands, heart, To wronged Othello's service! Let him command, And to obey shall be in me remorse, What bloody work soever

Oth. 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.

Iago. My friend is dead; 'tis done at thy request: But let her live.

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Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, and Clown.
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, is stabbing.

Des. Go to: where lodges he!

Clo. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you where I lie.

Des. Can anything 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 my 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 in his behalf, and

lago. Patience, I say: your mind, perhaps, hope all will be well.

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

[Exit.

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Oth. 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. 'Tis a good hand;
A frank one.
Des. You may, indeed, say so;
For 't was that hand, that gave away my heart.
Oth. A liberal hand. The hearts of old gave

hands;

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I pray, talk me of Cassio.

A man that, all his time,

Hath founded his good fortune on your love; Shared dangers with you;

Oth.

The handkerchief!

Des. In sooth you are to blame. Oth. Away!

Emil,

Is not this man jealous?

Des. I ne'er saw this before.

[Exit.

Sure there's some wonder in this handkerchief: I am most unhappy in the loss of it.

Emil. "T is not a year or two shews us a man; They are all but stomachs, and we all but food: They eat us hungrily, and when they are full, They belch us.-Look you! Cassio and my husband.

Enter IAGO and CASSIO.

Iago. There is no other way; 'tis she must do 't: And lo, the happiness! Go, and importune her

Des. How now, good Cassio; what's the news with you?

Cas. Madam, my former suit. I do beseech you That, by your virtuous means, I may again Exist, and be a member of his love Whom I, with all the duty of my heart Entirely honour. I would not be delayed: If my offence be of such mortal kind,

That neither service past, nor present sorrows;. Nor purposed merit in futurity,

Can ransom me into his love again,

But to know so must be my benefit:

So shall I clothe me in a forced content,
And shut myself up in some other course,
To fortune's alms.

Des.

Alas! thrice-gentle Cassio,

My advocation is not now in tune:

My lord is not my lord; nor should I know him Were he in favour as in humour altered.

So help me every spirit sanctified

As I have spoken for you all my best,

And stood within the blank of his displeasure
For my free speech. You must a while be patient:
What I can do, I will; and more I will
Than for myself I dare. Let that suffice you.
Iago. Is my lord angry?
Emil.

He went hence but now;
And certainly in strange unquietness.

Iago. Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon
When it hath blown his ranks into the air;
And, like the devil, from his very arm
Puffed his own hrother:-and can he be angry?
Something of moment, then. I will go meet him:
There's matter in 't indeed, if he be angry.
Des. I pr'y thee, do so.-Something, sure, of
state,
[Exit IAGO.

Either from Venice, or some unhatched practice
Made démonstrable here in Cyprus to him,
Had puddled his clear spirit: and in such cases
Men's natures wrangle with inferior things,
Though great ones are their object. "T is even so:
For let our finger ache, and it indues

Our other healthful members ev'n to that sense
Of pain. Nay, we must think men are not gods;
Nor of them look for such observances
As fit the bridal.-Beshrew me much, Emilia,
I was (unhandsome warrior as I am)
Arraigning his unkindness with my soul:
But now I find I had suborned the witness,
And he's indicted falsely.

Emil. Pray heaven it be state matters, as you

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Bian.

Cas. Not that I love you not.
Bian.

But that you do not love me.
pray you, bring me on the way a little;
And say if I shall see you soon at night.
Cas. 'T is but a little way, that I can bring you,
For I attend here: but I'll see you soon.

Bian. "Tis very good: I must be circumstanced.

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