Puff'd his own brother;-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'ythee, do so.-Something, sure, of state.- Our other healthful members ev'n to that sense Emil. Pray heaven, it be state matters, as you think; And no conception, nor no jealous toy, Concerning you. Des. Alas, the day! I never gave him cause. Emil. But jealous souls will not be answer'd so; They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they are jealous: 'tis a monster, Des. Heaven keep that monster from Othello's mind! Des. I will go seek him.-Cassio, walk hereabout: If I do find him fit, I'll move your suit, And seek to effect it to my uttermost. [Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia. What make you from home? How is it with you, my most fair Bianca? Bian. And I was going to your lodging, Cassio. Cas. Pardon me, Bianca; I have this while with leaden thoughts been press'd; Sweet Bianca, Take me this work out. Bian. O, Cassio, whence came this? This is some token from a newer friend. To the felt absence now I feel a cause: Is it come to this? Well, well. Cas. Throw your vile guesses in the Woman, go to! devil's teeth, You are jealous now; some remembrance: Why, whose is it? Cas. I know not, sweet: I found it in my chamber. I like the work well; ere it be demanded (As like enough it will), I'd have it copied : Take it, and do't; and leave me for this time. Bian. Leave you! wherefore? Cas. I do attend here on the general; And think it no addition, nor my wish, To have him see me woman'd. Bian. Cas. Not that I love you not. Why, I pray you? But that you do not love me. I pray you, bring me on the way a little; Bian. "Tis very good; I must be circumstane'd. [Exeunt. Oth. Lago. Or to be naked with her friend abed, It is hypocrisy against the devil : They that mean virtuously, and yet do so, The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt heaven. Iago. So they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip: But if I give my wife a handkerchief, Oth. What then? lago. Why, then 'tis bers, my lord; and, being hers, She may, I think, bestow't on any man. Oth. She is protectress o her honour too; May she give that? lago. Her honour is an essence that's not seen; They have it very oft, that have it not : But, for the handkerchief, Oth. By heaven, I would most gladly have forgot it :Thou said'st,-O, it comes o'er my memory, As doth the raven o'er the infected house, Boding to all, he had my handkerchief. Oth. That's not so good, now. lago. What, if I had said, I had seen him do you wrong? Convinced or supplied them, cannot choose Oth. Hath he said any thing? Iugo. He hath, my lord; but be you well assur'd, No more than he'll unswear. Oth. Iago. With her? What hath he said? With her, on her; what you will. Oth. Lie with her! lie on her!-We say, lie on her, when they belie her: Lie with her! that's fulsome.Handkerchief,-confessions,-handkerchief.-To confess, and be hanged for his labour.-First to be hanged, and then to confess :-I tremble at it. Nature would not invest herself in such shadowing passion, without some instruction. It is not words, that shake me thus: -Pish!-Noses, ears, and lips :-Is it possible?-Confess!-Handkerchief! O devil! [Falls in a Trance. lago. Work on, My medicine, work! Thus credulous fools are caught; Enter CASSIO. My lord, I say! Othello!-How now, Cassio? Cas. What is the matter? lago. My lord is fallen into an epilepsy; This is his second fit; he had one yesterday. Cas. Rub him about the temples. Iago. [Exit Cassio. How is it, general? have you not hurt your head? Oth. Dost thou mock me? lago. I mock you! no, by heaven: 'Would you would bear your fortunes like a man. Oth. Å horned man's a monster, and a beast. lago. There's many a beast then in a populous city, And many a civil monster. Oth. Did he confess it? Iago. Good sir, be a man; Think, every bearded fellow, that's but yok'd, May draw with you: there's millions now alive, Which they dare swear peculiar; your case is better.、 And to suppose her chaste! No, let me know; And, knowing what I am, I know what she shall be. Oth. O, thou art wise; 'tis certain. lago. Stand you awhile apart; Confine yourself but in a patient list. Whilst you were here, ere while mad with your grief |