Othello (13 page)
Authors: William Shakespeare
EMILIA
Look where he comes.
Enter Othello
DESDEMONA
I will not leave him now till Cassio
Be called to him.— How is’t with you, my lord?
OTHELLO
Well, my good lady.— O, hardness to
Aside
dissemble
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!—
How do you, Desdemona?
DESDEMONA
Well, my good lord.
OTHELLO
Give me your hand. This hand is moist, my lady.
DESDEMONA
It hath felt no age nor known no sorrow.
OTHELLO
This argues
fruitfulness
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and liberal
Partially aside?
heart:
Hot, hot, and moist. This hand of yours requires
A
sequester
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from liberty, fasting and prayer,
Much
castigation
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, exercise devout,
For here’s a young and sweating devil here
That commonly rebels. ’Tis a good hand,
A
frank
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one.
DESDEMONA
You may, indeed, say so,
For ’twas that hand that gave away my heart.
OTHELLO
A liberal hand:
the hearts of old gave hands
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,
But our new heraldry is hands, not hearts.
DESDEMONA
I cannot speak of this. Come now, your promise.
OTHELLO
What promise,
chuck
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?
DESDEMONA
I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you.
OTHELLO
I have a
salt and sorry rheum
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offends me:
Lend me thy handkerchief.
DESDEMONA
Here, my lord.
Offers him a handkerchief
OTHELLO
That which I gave you.
DESDEMONA
I have it not about me.
OTHELLO
Not?
DESDEMONA
No, indeed, my lord.
OTHELLO
That’s a fault. That handkerchief
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,
’Twould make her
amiable
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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 loathèd and his spirits should hunt
After new
fancies
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: she, dying, gave it me,
And bid me, when my fate would have me wived,
To give it
her
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: 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.
DESDEMONA
Is’t possible?
OTHELLO
’Tis true. There’s magic in the
web
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of it:
A
sibyl
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, that had numbered in the world
The sun to course two hundred
compasses
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,
In her
prophetic fury
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sewed the work:
The worms were
hallowed
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that did breed the silk,
And it was dyed in
mummy
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which the skilful
Conserved of
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maidens’ hearts.
DESDEMONA
Indeed? Is’t true?
OTHELLO
Most veritable: therefore look to’t well.
DESDEMONA
Then would to heaven that I had never seen’t!
OTHELLO
Ha? Wherefore?
DESDEMONA
Why do you speak so
startingly and rash
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?
OTHELLO
Is’t lost? Is’t gone? Speak, is’t
out o’th’way
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?
DESDEMONA
Bless us!
OTHELLO
Say you?
DESDEMONA
It is not lost, but what
an if
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it were?
OTHELLO
How?
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DESDEMONA
I say it is not lost.
OTHELLO
Fetch’t, let me see’t.
DESDEMONA
Why, so I can, but I will not now.
This is a trick to put me from my suit:
Pray you let Cassio be received again.
OTHELLO
Fetch me the handkerchief: my mind
misgives
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.
DESDEMONA
Come, come,
You’ll never meet a more
sufficient
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man.
OTHELLO
The handkerchief.
DESDEMONA
A man that all his time
Hath founded his good fortunes on your love,
Shared dangers with you—
OTHELLO
The handkerchief.
DESDEMONA
In sooth
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, you are to blame.
OTHELLO
Away!
Exit Othello
EMILIA
Is not this man jealous?
DESDEMONA
I ne’er saw this before.
Sure, there’s some
wonder
107
in this handkerchief:
I am most
unhappy
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in the loss of it.
EMILIA
’Tis not a year or two shows us a man:
They are all but stomachs, and we all but food:
They eat us
hungerly
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, and when they are full
They
belch
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us.
Enter Iago and Cassio
Look you, Cassio and my husband.
IAGO
There is no other way: ’tis she must do’t.
And, lo, the
happiness
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! Go and importune her.
DESDEMONA
How now, good Cassio, what’s the news with you?
CASSIO
Madam, my former suit: I do beseech you
That by your
virtuous
118
means I may again
Exist, and be a member of his love
Whom I with all the
office
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of my heart
Entirely honour. I would not be delayed.
If my offence be of such
mortal
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kind
That
nor
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my service past, nor present sorrows,
Nor
purposed merit in futurity
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,
Can ransom me into his love again,
But
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to know so must be my benefit:
So shall I clothe me in a forced content,
And
shut myself up in
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some other course,
To fortune’s alms
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.
DESDEMONA
Alas, thrice-gentle Cassio,
My
advocation
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is not now in tune;
My lord is not my lord; nor should I know him,
Were he in
favour
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as in humour altered.
So help me every spirit sanctified
As I have spoken for you all my best
And stood
within the blank
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of his displeasure
For my free speech! You must awhile be patient:
What I can do I will, and more I will
Than for myself I dare: let that
suffice
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you.
IAGO
Is my lord angry?
EMILIA
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
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into the air,
And like the devil from his very arm
Puffed his own
brother
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: and is he angry?
Something of
moment
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then. I will go meet him:
There’s matter in’t indeed, if he be angry.
Exit
DESDEMONA
I prithee do so. Something, sure,
of state
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,
Either from Venice, or some unhatched
practice
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Made demonstrable here in Cyprus to him,
Hath
puddled
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his clear spirit: and in such cases
Men’s natures wrangle with inferior things,
Though great ones are their object. ’Tis even so,
For let our finger ache, and it
indues
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Our other healthful
members
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even to a sense
Of pain. Nay, we must think men are not gods,
Nor of them look for such
observancy
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As fits the bridal
.
Beshrew
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me much, Emilia,
I was —
unhandsome
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warrior as I am —
Arraigning
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his unkindness with my soul,
But now I find I had
suborned the witness
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,
And he’s indicted falsely.
EMILIA
Pray heaven it be state matters, as you think,
And no conception nor no jealous
toy
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Concerning you.
DESDEMONA
Alas the day! I never gave him cause.
EMILIA
But jealous souls will not be answered so;
They are not ever jealous for the cause,
But jealous for they’re jealous: it is a monster
Begot upon
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itself, born on itself.
DESDEMONA
Heaven keep the monster from Othello’s mind!
EMILIA
Lady, amen.
DESDEMONA
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
]
CASSIO
I humbly thank your ladyship.
Enter Bianca
BIANCA
Save
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you, friend Cassio!
CASSIO
What
make you
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from home?
How is’t with you, my most fair Bianca?
Indeed, sweet love, I was coming to your house.
BIANCA
And I was going to your lodging, Cassio.
What, keep a week away? Seven days and nights?
Eight score eight
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hours? And lovers’ absent hours
More tedious than the
dial
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eight score times?
O weary
reck’ning
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!
CASSIO
Pardon me, Bianca:
I have this while with leaden thoughts been pressed:
But I shall, in a more
continuate
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time,
Strike off this score
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of absence. Sweet Bianca,
Gives her
Desdemona’s handkerchief
BIANCA
O Cassio, whence came this?
This is some token from a newer
friend
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:
To the felt absence now I feel a cause
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.
Is’t come to this? Well, well.
CASSIO
Go to, woman!
Throw your vile guesses in the devil’s teeth,
From whence you have them. You are jealous now
That this is from some mistress, some remembrance;
No, in good troth, Bianca.
BIANCA
Why, whose is it?
CASSIO
I know not, neither: I found it in my chamber.
I like the work well. Ere it be
demanded
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—
As like enough it will — I would have it copied:
Take it, and do’t, and leave me for this time.
BIANCA
Leave you? Wherefore?
CASSIO
I do attend here on the general,
And think it no addition, nor my wish,
To have him see me
womaned
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.
BIANCA
Why, I pray you?
CASSIO
Not that I love you not.
BIANCA
But that you do not love me.
I pray you
bring
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me on the way a little,
And say if I shall see you
soon at night
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.
CASSIO
’Tis but a little way that I can bring you,
For I attend here: but I’ll see you soon.
BIANCA
’Tis very good: I must be
circumstanced
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.
Exeunt
running scene 8 continues
Enter Othello and Iago
IAGO
Will you think so?
OTHELLO
Think so, Iago?
IAGO
What, to kiss in private?
OTHELLO
An unauthorized kiss!
IAGO
Or to be naked with her friend in bed
An hour or more, not meaning any harm?
OTHELLO
Naked in bed, Iago, and not mean harm?
It is
hypocrisy against the devil
8
:
They that mean virtuously, and yet do so,
The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt heaven.
IAGO
If they do nothing, ’tis a
venial
11
slip:
But if I give my wife a handkerchief—
OTHELLO
What then?
IAGO
Why, then, ’tis hers, my lord, and being hers,
She may, I think, bestow’t on any man.
OTHELLO
She is protectress of her honour too:
May she give that?
IAGO
Her honour is an essence that’s not seen:
They have it very oft that have it not
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.
But, for the handkerchief—
OTHELLO
By heaven, I would most gladly have forgot it.
Thou said’st — O, it comes o’er my memory
As doth the
raven
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o’er the infectious house,
Boding
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to all — he had my handkerchief.
IAGO
Ay, what of that?
OTHELLO
That’s not so good now.
IAGO
What if I had said I had seen him do you wrong?
Or heard him say — as knaves be such
abroad
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,
Who having by their own
importunate
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suit,
Or
voluntary dotage
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of some mistress,
Convincèd
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or supplied them, cannot choose
But they must blab—
OTHELLO
Hath he said anything?
IAGO
He hath, my lord, but be you well assured,
No more than he’ll unswear.
OTHELLO
What hath he said?
IAGO
Why, that he
did
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: I know not what he did.
OTHELLO
What? What?
IAGO
Lie—
OTHELLO
With her?
IAGO
With her? On her: what you will.
OTHELLO
Lie with her?
Lie on her
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? We say ‘Lie on her’ when
they
belie
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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
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. It is not words that shakes
me thus. Pish!
Noses
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, ears and lips. Is’t possible? Confess?
Handkerchief? O devil!
Falls in a trance
IAGO
Work on,
My
medicine
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works! Thus credulous fools are caught,
And many worthy and chaste dames even thus,
All guiltless, meet
reproach
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.— What, ho? My lord?
My lord, I say! Othello!—
Enter Cassio
How now, Cassio?
CASSIO
What’s the matter?
IAGO
My lord is fall’n into an epilepsy.
This is his second fit: he had one yesterday.
CASSIO
Rub him about the temples.
IAGO
The
lethargy
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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 yourself a little while,
He will recover straight. When he is gone,
I would
on great occasion
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speak with you.
[
Exit Cassio
]
How is it, general? Have you not hurt your head?
OTHELLO
Dost thou mock me
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?
IAGO
I mock you not, by heaven.
Would you would bear your fortune like a man!
OTHELLO
A
hornèd
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man’s a monster and a beast.
IAGO
There’s many a beast then in a populous city,
And many a
civil
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monster.
OTHELLO
Did he confess it?
IAGO
Good sir, be a man.
Think every
bearded
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fellow that’s but yoked
May
draw
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with you: there’s millions now alive
That nightly lie in those
unproper
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beds
Which they dare swear
peculiar
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: your case is better.
O, ’tis the spite of hell, the fiend’s arch-mock,
To
lip
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a wanton in a secure couch
And to suppose her chaste! No, let me know,
And knowing what I am, I know what she shall be.
OTHELLO
O, thou art wise: ’tis certain.
IAGO
Stand you awhile apart,
Confine yourself but
in a patient list
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.
Whilst you were here o’erwhelmèd with your grief —
A passion most unsuiting such a man —
Cassio came hither: I
shifted him away
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,
And
laid good ’scuses upon your ecstasy
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,
Bade him
anon
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return and here speak with me,
The which he promised. Do but
encave
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yourself
And mark the
fleers
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, the gibes and notable scorns
That dwell in every region of his face,
For I will make him tell the tale anew,
Where, how, how oft, how long ago and when
He hath and is again to
cope
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your wife.
I say, but mark his gesture. Marry, patience,
Or I shall say you’re all in
all in spleen
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,
And nothing of a man.
OTHELLO
Dost thou hear, Iago?
I will be found most cunning in my patience,
But — dost thou hear? — most bloody.
IAGO
That’s not amiss,
But yet
keep time
103
in all. Will you withdraw?
Othello withdraws
Now will I question Cassio of Bianca,
A
housewife
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that by selling her desires
Buys herself bread and cloth: it is a creature
That dotes on Cassio — as ’tis the
strumpet
107
’s plague
To
beguile
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many and be beguiled by one.
He, when he hears of her, cannot
restrain
109
From the excess of laughter. Here he comes.
Enter Cassio
As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad,
And his
unbookish
112
jealousy must conster
Poor Cassio’s smiles, gestures and
light
113
behaviours
Quite in the wrong.— How do you, lieutenant?
CASSIO
The worser that you give me the
addition
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Whose want
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even kills me.
IAGO
Ply Desdemona well, and you are
Lowers his voice
sure
on’t
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.
Now, if this suit lay in Bianca’s power,
How quickly should you
speed
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!
CASSIO
Alas, poor
caitiff
120
!
He laughs
OTHELLO
Look how he laughs already!
IAGO
I never knew woman love man so.
CASSIO
Alas, poor rogue, I think, indeed, she loves me.
OTHELLO
Now he denies it
faintly
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, and laughs it out.
IAGO
Do you hear, Cassio?
OTHELLO
Now he importunes him
To tell it o’er: go to, well
said
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, well said.
IAGO
She gives it out that you shall marry her:
Do you intend it?
CASSIO
Ha, ha, ha!
OTHELLO
Do ye
triumph
131
, Roman? Do you triumph?
CASSIO
I marry? What?
A customer?
132
Prithee bear some
charity to my wit: do not think it so
unwholesome
133
. Ha,
ha, ha!
OTHELLO
So, so, so, so: they laugh that wins.
IAGO
Why, the
cry
136
goes that you marry her.
CASSIO
Prithee say true.
IAGO
I am a very villain
else
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.
OTHELLO
Have you
scored me
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? Well.
CASSIO
This is the monkey’s own giving out: she is
persuaded I will marry her, out of her own
love and flattery
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,
not out of my promise.
OTHELLO
Iago beckons me: now he begins the story.
CASSIO
She was here even now: she
haunts
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me in every
place. I was the other day talking on the
sea-bank
145
with
certain Venetians, and thither comes the
bauble
146
, and falls
me thus about my neck—
Embraces him
OTHELLO
Crying, ‘O dear Cassio!’ as it were: his gesture
imports
149
it.
CASSIO
So hangs and lolls and weeps upon me, so shakes
and pulls me. Ha, ha, ha!
OTHELLO
Now he tells how she
plucked
152
him to my chamber.
O, I see that
nose
153
of yours, but not that dog I shall throw it to.
CASSIO
Well, I must leave her company.
IAGO
Before me, look where she comes.
Enter Bianca
CASSIO
’Tis
such another
156
fitchew! Marry, a perfumed
one!— What do you mean by this haunting of me?
BIANCA
Let the devil and his
dam
158
haunt you! What did you
mean by that same handkerchief you gave me even now? I
was a fine fool to take it. I must take out the work? A likely
piece of work
161
, that you should find it in your chamber and
know not who left it there. This is some
minx
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’s token, and I
must take out the work? There, give it your
hobby-horse
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:
wheresoever you had it, I’ll take out no work
on’t.
She gives him
the handkerchief
CASSIO
How now, my sweet Bianca? How now? How now?
OTHELLO
By heaven, that
should
167
be my handkerchief!
BIANCA
If you’ll come to
supper
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tonight, you may: if you
will not, come when you are next prepared for.
Exit
IAGO
After her, after her.
CASSIO
I must: she’ll
rail
171
in the streets else.
IAGO
Will you sup there?
CASSIO
Yes, I intend so.
IAGO
Well, I may chance to see you, for I would very fain
speak with you.
CASSIO
Prithee come. Will you?
IAGO
Go to: say no more.
[
Exit Cassio
]
OTHELLO
How shall I murder him, Iago?
Comes forward
IAGO
Did you perceive how he laughed at his vice?
OTHELLO
O, Iago!
IAGO
And did you see the handkerchief?
OTHELLO
Was that mine?
IAGO
Yours by this hand: and to see how he prizes the
foolish
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woman your wife! She gave it him, and he hath giv’n
it his whore.
OTHELLO
I would have him nine years a-killing. A fine
woman! A fair woman! A sweet woman!
IAGO
Nay, you must forget that.
OTHELLO
Ay, let her rot and perish, and be damned tonight,
for she shall not live. No, my heart is turned to stone: I strike
it, and it hurts my hand. O, the world hath not a sweeter
creature: she might lie by an emperor’s side and command
him tasks.
IAGO
Nay, that’s not
your way
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.
OTHELLO
Hang her! I do but say what she is: so delicate with
her needle, an admirable musician. O, she will sing the
savageness out of a bear. Of so high and plenteous wit and
invention
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!
