2 Whom I, with all the duty of my heart, That neither service paft, nor present sorrows, Can ranfom me into his love again; 3 But to know fo, must be my benefit. So fhall I clothe me in a forc'd content, * And shoot myself up in fome other course, To fortune's alms. Def. Alas! thrice-gentle Caffio, My advocation is not now in tune; My Lord is not my Lord; nor fhould I know him, Were he in favour, as in humour, alter'd. So help me every spirit fanctified, As I have spoken for you all my beft; And ftood within the blank of his difpleasure, For my free speech! You must a-while be patient Than for myself I dare. Let that suffice you. Emil. He went hence but now; And, certainly, in ftrange 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 Puft 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. [Exit. SCENE XII. Manent Defdemona, Æmilia, and Caffio." 7 Def. I pr'ythee, do fo.-Something, fure, of State, Either from Venice, of fome unhatch'd practice, Made here demonftrable in Cyprus to him, Hath puddled his clear fpirit; and, in fuch cases, Emil. Pray heaven, it be State-matter, as you think; and no conception, Def. Alas-the-day, I never gave him cause. Emil. But jealous fouls will not be anfwer'd fo; They are not ever jealous for a cause; But jealous, for they're jealous. It's a monfter. Def. Heaven keep that monster from Othello's mind! Emil. Lady, amen. Def. I will go feek him. Caffio, walk hereabout If I do find him fit, I'll move your fuit, And seek t' effect it to my uttermost. Caf. I humbly thank your Ladyship. [Exeunt Defdemona and Æmilia at one door; Caffio, at the other. SCENE XIII. Changes to the Street before the Palace. Re-enter Caffio, meeeting Bianca. Bian. Caf. What makes you from home? Caf. Pardon me, Bianca: I have this while with leaden thoughts been prest; But I fhall in a more convenient time Strike off this score of abfence. Sweet Bianca, [Giving her Desdemona's Handkerchief. Take me this work out. Bian. Oh Caffio, whence came this? Throw your vile gueffes in the Devil's teeth, A now, That this is from fome miftrefs, fome remembrance? No, in good truth, Bianca. Bian. Why, whofe is it? ber; I found it in my cham I like the work well; ere it be demanded, Caf. I do attend here on the General, I Bian. Why, I pray you? Caf. Not that I love you not. Bian. But that you do not love me. pray you, bring me on the way a little; And fay, if I fhall fee you foon at night? Caf. 'Tis but a little way that I can bring you, For I attend here. But I'll fee you foon. 3 Bian. Tis very good; I must be circumftanc'd. WILL you think fo? Oth. Think fo, Iago? lago. What, to kifs in private? Oth. An unauthoriz'd kifs. Iago. Or to be naked with her friend in bed, An hour or more, not meaning any harm? Oth. Naked in bed, Iago, and not mean harm? It is hypocrify against the Devil: They |