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Were they as prime t as goats, as hot as monkeys, To the Propontic, and the Hellespont;
As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace,
As ignorance made drunk. But yet, I say, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble loe,
If imputation, and strong circumitances, 'Till char a capable o and wide revenge
Which lead directly to the door of truth, Swallow them up.-Now, by you marble heren
Will give you satisfaction, you might have it. In the due reverence of a sacred row [He desea

Otb. Give me a living 2 reason that she's disloyal. I here engage iny words.
liga. I do not like the office :

lago. Do not rise yet.

(lago tzu. But, fich I am enter'd in this cause so far, Witness, you ever-burning lights above ! Prick'd to it by foolish honesty, and love, You elements that clip us round about ! I will go on. I lay with Cailio lately ; Witness, that here lago doth give up And, being troubled with a raging tooth, The execution of his wit, hands, heart, I could not sleep,

To wrong'a Othello's service! Let him commande There are a kind of men so loose of foul, And to obey shall be in me remorse, That in their neeps will mutter their affairs; What bloody work foever 7. One of this kind is Callio:

Osb. I greet thy love,

[os, In Neep I heard him say,—Sweet Desdemona, Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounte. Lei us be wary, let us bide our loves

And will upon the instant put thee to 't:
And then, sir, would he gripe, and wring my hand; Within these three days let me hear thee say,
Cry,-o sweet creature and then kiss me hard, That Catrio's not alive.

(queti : As if he pluck'd up kitles by the roots,

lago. My friend is dead ; 'tis done at your 1e That grew upon my lips: then lay his leg But let her live. Over my thigh, and sigli, and kils; and then Orb. Damn her, lewd ming! O, damn her! Cry, Curjid fate! ibat gave thee to the Moor! Come, go with me apart; I will withdraw, Oth. O monitrous! monitrous !

To furnith me with some swift means of death layo. Nay, this was but his dream.

For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant, O:b. But this denoted a foregone conclusion 3 ; lugo. I am your own for ever. [Excust. ?Tis a Threwd doubi, though it be but a dream. lago. And this may help to thicken other proofs,

S CE N E IV. That do demonstrate thinly.

Another Apartment in the Cazfake. Oth. I'll tear her all to pieces. lago. Nay, but be wise: yet we see nothing

Enter Defdemona, Æmilia, ard Clea..

Def. Do you know, firral, where lieutenant She may be honest yet. Tell me but this,

Cailio lies?
Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief, Clown. I dare not say, he lies any where.
Spotted with strawberries, in your wife's hand ? Del. Why, man?

Oths. I gave her such a one ; twas my futt gift. Closun. He's a soldier ; and for me to Lay a

lago. I know not that: but such a handkerchiet dier lies, is stabbing. (I am sure, it was your wife's) did I to-day Dci. Goto; Where lodges he? See Caffio wipe his beard with.

Clown. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell Orls. If it be that,

rou where I lie. Jago, Ii it be that, or any, is 'twas hers, Def. Can any thing bë made of this? It ipeaks againīt her, with the other proofs. Clown. I know not where he lodges; and for

Oib. O, that the Slave had forty thousand lives; me to devise á lodging, and fay --he lies here, or One is too poor, too weak for my revenge ! he lies there, were to lie in mine own throat. Now do I fee 'tis true.--Look here, lago ; Des. Can you enquire him out ? and be edify'd All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven: by report?

Clown. I will catechize the world for him ; Arise, black vengeance, from thiy hollow cell! that is, make questions, and make them answer. Yield up, O) love, thy crown, and hearted throne 4, Del. Seek him, bid him come hither : tell himg Totyrannous hate ! swell, bofom, with thy fraught, I have mov'd my lord in lús behalf, and hope, a For 'cis for aípicks' tongues !

will be well. lago. Pray, be content.

Clown. To do this is within the compass of man's Orb. O, blood, lago, blood ! (change. wit, and therefore I will attemp? the doing of it. lazo. Patience, I say ; your mind, perhaps, may

Oib. Never, lago: Like to the Pontic sea, Def. Where tonld I lose that handkerchief,
Whare icy current and compulsive course Emilia?
Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on

Æmil. I know not, madam.
Prime is prompt, from the Celtic'or British prim. ?. Living for speaking, manifeft.

3 Come elufon, for fact. 14 Hearted throne, is the heart op which thou wait enthroned. Si. e. swell, because the fraught is of poison. o i. e. ample ; capacious.

7 Mr. Tollet explains this passage thus : * Let him command any bloody business, and to obey shall be in me an act of pity and compassion for wrongid Othello. Remorse frequently fignifics pity; mercy, compasiion, or tenderness of heart, unattended with the itings of a guilty conscience.

done ;

Tis gone.

my lady.

Def. Believe me, I had rativer have lost my purse, A fibyl, that had number'd in the world
Pull of cruzadoes : And, but my noble Moor The fun to courfe 3 two hundred compasses,
Is true of mind, and made of no such baleneis In her prophetic fury few'd the work:
As jealous creatures are, it were enough The worms were hallow'd, that did breed the filka
To put him to ill thinking.

And it was dy'd in mummy, which the skilful
Emil. Is he not jealous?,

Conservid of maiden's hearts. Dij. Who, he ? I think the sun, where he was Def, Indeed! is it true? born,

Oib. Most veritable ; therefore look to it welle Drew all such humours from him.

Def. Then 'would cy heaven, that I had neAmil. Look, where he comes.

ver seen it! Dil. I will noi leave him now,

till Cartio be Ooh. Ha! wherefore? Callid to him.---How is it with you, my lord ? Dif. Wliy do you speak so startinglyand 4 rash!

Oib. Is it loft? is it gone: speak, is it out of Enter Orbello.

the way! Oeb. Well, my good lady :-1-464..] O, hard.

Def. Heaven bless us ! nels to dulemble !

0:6. Say you? How do you, Desdemona?

Defi It is not loft ; But what an if it were ?
Dif. Well, my good lord.

Oıb. Ha !
Pob. Give me your land : This hand is moist,

Dif. I say, it is not loft.

Orb. Felch it, let me see it.
Dif. It yet hath felt no age, nor known no

Def. Why, so I ¢30, fir, but I will not now 5
Orb. This argues fruitfulness and liberal heart;- This is a trick to put me from my suit ;
Hot, hol, and moilt: This hand of yours requires 1 pray, let Cailio be receiv'd again.
A fequenter froni liberty, fafting and prayes, Oib. Fetch me that handkerchief: my mind
Much castigation, exercise devout ;

For here's a young and sweating devil here,

Def. Come, comes
That commonly rebels. 'Tis a good hand, You'll never meet a more fufficient man.
A frank one.

Orb. The bandkerchief,-
Def. You may, indeed, say so ;

Def. I pray, talk me of Caffio.
For 'twas that hand that gave away my heart, Orb. The handkerchief,
Oib. A liberal hand : the heurts, of old, gave

Def. A man that, all his time,

Hath founded his good fortunes on your love; But our new heraldry is—hands, not hearts.

Shar'd dangers with you ;-
Dif. I cannot speak of this. Come now, your Oth. The handkerchief,

Def. In footh you are to blame.
Oib. What promise, chuck ?

Osh. Away!

(Lxi 0:bello
Dif. I have sent to bid Callio come speak with you. Emil. Is not this man-jealous ?
Orb. I have a falt and fullen? rheum oftends me;

Daj. I ne'er taw this before.
Lend me thy handkerchief.

Sure there's some wonder in this handkerchief:
Ds. Here, my lord.

I am molt unhappy in the lots of it.
Ojb. That which I give you.

Amil. 'Tis not a year or two shew's us a ma:
Def. I have it not abow me.

They are all but Itomachs, and we all but focd; Osb, Not?

They eat us hungerly, and, when they are full,
Dif. No, indeed, my lord.

They belch us. Look you! Callia, and my husband.
Orb. That is a fauit : That handkerchief
Did an Egyptian to my muther give :

Ender lago, and Caffio.
She was a charmer, and could almost read

lago. There is no other way ; 'tis the must do 't; The thoughts of people; she told hier, while the And, lo, the imppiness! go, and importune her. kept it,

Dif. How now, good Casliu ? what's the news 'Twould make her amiable, and subdue my father

? Intirely to her love ; but, if the lost it,

Caf. Madam, my former suit : I do beseech your
Or made a gift of it, my father's eye

That, by your virtuous means, I may again
Should hold her luathly, and his spirits should brunt Exilt, and be a member of his love,
After new fancies : She, dying, gave it me ; Whom I, with all the duty of my heart,
Aid bid me, when my face would have me wive, Intirely honour ; I would not be delayed :
To give it her. I did so: and take heed on't, If my offence be of such mortal kind,
Make it a darling like your precious eye ; That neither service past, vor present forrows
To lose 't, or give 't away, were such perdition, Nor purpos’d merit in futurity,
As nothing else could match.

Can ransoin me into his love again,
Del. Is it pollible ?

But to know so must be by benefit ;
0:.. 'Tis true; there's magic in the web of it: Iso Thall I clothe me in a forc'd content,

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And thut myself up some other course,

Æmil. Lady, Amen. Tò fortune's alms ?

Def. I will go seek him.-Callio, walk hereabout: Def. Alas! thrice-gentle Cassin,

If I do find him fit, I'll move your furt, My advocation is not now in tune ;

And seek to effect it to my uttermost. My lord is not my lord ; nor should I know him, Caf. I huinbly thank your ladyfhip. Were he in favour ?, as in humour, alter'd.

(Exeuni Desdemona and Eats. So help me every spirit fanctified,

Enter Bianca. As I have spoken for you all my best ;

Bian. Save you, friend Caffio ! And stood within the blank of his difpleasure 3, Caf. What make you from home? For my free speech! You must a while be patient : How is it with you, my most fair Bianca ? What I can do, I will; and more I will, Indeed, fweet love, I was coming to your house. Than for myself I dare ; let that suffice you. Bian. And I was going to your lodging, Carico. lago. Is my lord angry?

What! keep a week away? feven days and nigties! Æmil. He went hence but now,

Eightscore eight hours ? and lovers' absent hours, And, certainly, in strange unquietness.

More tedious than the dial eightscore times?
lago. Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon O weary reckoning!
When it hath blown his ranks into the air ; Caf. Paruon me, Bianca ;
And, like the devil, from his very arm

I have this while with leaden thoughts been prefs'd:
Puff'd his own brother ;--And can be be angry? But I shall, in a more continuate time,
Something of moment, ther: I will go meet him ; Strike off this score of absence. Sweet Bianca,
There's matter in 't indeed, if he be angry. (Exil.

[Giving ber Desdemona's bandkercbid. Def. I pr’ythec, do 10.Something, sure, of Take me this work out 7. state,

Bian. O Callio, whence came this?
Either from Venice; or some unhatch'd practice 4, This is fome token from a newer friend.
Made demonstrable here in Cyprus to him, To the felt absence now I feel a causc:
Hath puddled his clear spirit: and, in such cases, Is it come to this? Well, well.
Men's natures wrangle with inferior things, Caf, Go to, woman!
Though great ones are their object.

'Throw your vile guelles in the devil's teeth, 'Tis even so ; for let our finger ach,

From whence you have them. You are jealous now, And it endues our other healthful members That this is from some niistress, some remembrance: Even to that sense of pain : Nay, we must think, No, in good troth, Bianca. Men are not gods ;

Bian. Why, whose is it?

[bec. Nor of them look for such observancy

Caf. I know not, sweet : I found it in my chase
As fits the bridal.-Bethrew me much, Æmilia, I like the work well ; ere it be demanded,
I was (unhandsome warriors as I am) (As like enough it will) I'd have it copy's :
Arraigning his unkindness with my soul ;

Take it and do 't ; and leave me for this tima
But now I find, 'I had suborn'd the witness, Bian. Leave you ! wherefore !
And he's indired falsely.

Caf. I do attend here on the general ; Æmil. Pray heaven, it be state matters, as you and think it no addition, nor my wish, think ;

To have him see me woman'd. And no conception, nor no jealous toy,

Bian. Why, I pray you ?
Concerning you.

Caf. Not that I love you not.
Dej. Alas the day! I never gave him cause. Biar. But that you do not love me.

Æmil. But jealous fouls will not be answer'd so; I pray you, bring me on the way a little;
They are not ever jealous for the cause,

And say, if I shall see you soon at night. But jealous for they are jealous : 'eis a monster, Caf. 'Tis but a little way that I can bring your Begot upon itself, born on itself.

For I attend here : but I'll see you soon. Del. Heaven keep that monster from Othello's Biwn. 'Tis very good; I must be circumstanc'd'.

mind !

The meaning, according to Mr. Steevens, is, " I will put on a constrained appearance of being contented, and shut myself up in a different course of life, no longer to depend on my own efforts, bui to wait for relief from the accidental hand of charity.” We think, however, it means no more than that he would try what Fortune would do for him in some other course of life. 2 In look, in countenance. 3 i.e. within the fhot of his anger. * Some treason that has not taken effc&t.

$ U' Aandsome warrior, is unfair affuilan... 01.c. a time less interrupted, time which I can call more my own. ņi, . 41 Copy this work in another handkerchief." Sj. e. Your civility is now grown conditional.

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No more than he'll unswear.
An Apartment in she Cafle.

Orb. What harh he said ?

layo. Why, that lie did, I know notwhat he did Enter Orbello, and lago.

0:b. What? what. TILL you ?

layo. Lie

Osb. With her? Iago. What,

lago. With her, on her ; what you will. To kiss in private ?

Oih. Lie with her! lie on her We say, lie Oth. An unauthoriz'd kiss.

on her, when they belie her: Lie with her ! that's lago. Or to be naked with her friend abed, fulsome. Handkerchief,--confeffions_handkere An hour, or more, not meaning any harmı ? chief.To confess, and be hang'd for his labour.

Osh. Naked abed, lago, and not mean harm"? 1First, to be hang'd, and then-ta confess :It is hypocrisy against the devil:

tremhle at it.-Nature would not invest herself in They that mean virtuously, and yet do so, such fhadowing paffion, without some instruction. The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt | It is not words, that shake me thus 3 :-Pich! heaven.

Noses, ears, and lips 4 :--Is it possible --Confess! lage. So they do nothing, 'tis a venial Nip : -Handkerchief! O devil ! But if I give my wife a handkerchief,

[Falls in a trance. Orb. What then ?

[hers, lago. Work on, lugo. Why, then 'tis hers, my lord; and, being My medicine, work! Thus credulous fools are She may, I think, bestow 't on any man.

caught ; Oih. She is protectress of her honour too; And many worthy and chaste dames, even thrus, May she give that ?

All guiltless meet reproach. Wyat, ho ! my lords lago. Her honour is an essence that 's not seen; My lord, I say ! Othello !-How now, Cassio i They have it very oft, that have it not :

Enter Callio. But, for the handkerchief

Gaf. What's the matter?
Oib. By heaven, I would most gladly have for lago. My lord is fallen into an epilepsy;
got it :-

This is his second fit; he had one yesterday.
Thou faidfg0, it comes o'er my memory, Caf. Rub him about the temples.
As doth the raven o'er the infected honie,

lago. No, forbear :
Boding to all, -he had my handkerchief. The lethargy must have his quiet course:
lago. Ay, wbat of that?

If not, be foams at mouth ; and, hy and by, Oth. That's not to good now.

Breaks out to savage madness. Look, he stirs : lage. What if I had faid, I had seen him do Do you withdraw yourself a little while, you wrong?

He will recover straight ; when he is gore, Or heard him say,—As knaves be such abroad, I would on great occafion speak with you. Who having, by their own importunate fuit,

(Exit Caffio. Or voluntary dotage of some mistress,

How is it, general ? have you not hurt your head ! Convinced 2 or supplied them, cannot choose Orb. Dost thou mock me ? But they must blab.

lago. I mock you! no, by heaven: Oıb. Hath he said any thing?

'Would, you would bear your fortunes like a maize lago. He hath, my lord; but, be you well assur'd, Ooh. A horned man 's a monster, and a bealt.

This observation, Dr. Warburton says, seems strangely abrupt and unoccasioned. We must suppose that lago had, before they appear in this scene, been applying cases of false comfort to Othello; as that though the parties had been even found in bed together, there might be no harın dune; it might be only for the trial of their virtue ; as was reported of the Romish saint, Robert D'Arbrillel and his nuns. To this we must suppole Othello here replies; and like a good proteftaut. For so the sentiment does but fuit the character of the speaker, Shakspeare little heeds how these sen. timents are circumstanccd. 2 Convinc'd, for conquer'd, subdued. 3 Dr. Johnson's comment on this pallage is as follows ; “ There has always prevailed in the world an opinion, that when any great calamity happens at a distance, notice is given of it !o the sufferer by some dejection or perturbation of inind, of which he discovers no external cause. This is aleribed to that general communicasion of one part of the universe with another, which is called sympathy and antipathy; or to the secrei monition, instruktion, and influence of a superior Being, which superintends the order of nature and of life. Othello days, Nature could not invest herf! in Puch shadowing paffion without inftruction. It is not words that fizike ire thu. This pałtion, which spreads its clouds over me, is the effect of lome agency more than the operation of words ; it is one of thole notices which men have of unseen calamities.”

3 Othello is imagining to himself the familiarities which he supposes to have passed betwcon Callio and his wifi.


lazo. There 's many a beast then in a populous Oib. Look, how he laughs already! city,

lago. I never knew a womn love man lo. And many a civil monter.

Caf. Alas, poor rogue! I think, indeel, ite Oih. Did he confers it?

loves me. Inge. Good fir, be a man ;

Oih. Now he denjes it faintly, and laughs it out Think, every bearded fellow, that's but yok'd, May draw with you : there's millions now alive, lago. Do you hear, Caffio : That nightly lie in those unproper ' beds,

Orb. Now he importunes him Which they dare swear peculiar; your cale is better. To tell it o'er : Go to; well said, well faid. (uted O, 'tis the spight of hell, the fiend's arch-mock, lago. She gives it oul, that you shall marry her: To lip a wanton in a secure couch, ,

Do you intend it? And to suppose her chulte! No, let me know; Caf. Ha, ha, ha! And, knowing what I am, I know what Iho shall be. Osh. Do you triuniph, Roman? do you tri Oib. O, thou art wile; 'tis certain,

umph? lago. Stand you a while apart :

Caf. I marry her!--what: a customer i'! Contine yourtelt but in a patient lift.

pr’ythee, bear some charity to try wit; do not Whilft you were here, ere while, niad with your think it so unwholesome, Ha, ha, ha! griet,

0:b. So, so, so, fo. They laugh, that win [ .. (A passion most unsuiting such a man)

lage. Why, the cry goes, that you shall mati ber. Caffio came hither : I shifted him away,

Cuf. Prythee, say true. And laid good 'ícule upon your ecftafy : ;

lago. I am a very villain else. Bade him anon return, and here speak with me; Oib. Have you scord me s? Well. The wlrich he promis'd. Do but encave yourself 4, Caf. This is the monkey's own giving out : the And mark the ficers, the gibes, and notable scorns, is persuaded I will many her, out of her own love That dwell in every region of his face ;

and flattery, not out of my promise. For I will make him tell the tale anew,

0:5. lago beckons me; now he begins the story. Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when

2 He hath, and is again to cope your wife;

Cuf. She was here even now; the haunts me in I say, but mark his gesture. Marry, patience ; every place. I was, the other day, talking on the Or I shall say, you are all in all in spleen, sea-bank with certain Venetians; and thitha And nothing of a man.

comes the bauble ; by this hand, the falls thus about Orb. Dutt thou hear, Iago ?

my neck ;I will be found most cunning in my patience; Oth. Crying, o dear Caffio ! as it were : hi But (dott thou hex :) most bloody.

gesture imports it. lago. That 's not amifs ;

Ca. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me ; to But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw ? hales, and pulls me : ha, ha, ha!

[Othello withdraws. Oib. Now he tells, how the pluck d him to mi Now will I question Cario of Buavca,

chamber : 0, I see that nose of yours, but not the A housewife, that, hy selling her desires, dog 1 Thall throw it to.

(ride, Buys herself bread and cloaths : it is a creature, Caf. Well, I must leave her company. That dotes on Callio,--as 'tis the strumpet's plague, lago. Before me! look, where the comes. To beguile many, and be beguild by one ;

Enter Bianca. He, when he hears of her, cunot refrain

Caf. 'Tis such anvther fitchew ! marty, a pere From the exceis of laughter :--Here he comes : fum'd one. What do you mean by this hauling Entr. Caffio.

of me? As he Dall imile, Othello Thall go mad;

Bian. Let the devil and his dam haunt you! And his unbookish s jealousy must conttrue What did you mean by that fame handkerchief, Poor Cafio's smiles, gestures, and light behaviour, you gave me even now? I was a fine fool to take Quite in the wrong.---How do you now, lieutenant : it. I must take out the whole work. -4 likely

Cal. The worier, that you give me the addition, piece of work, that you should find it in your Vhose want even kills me.

chamber, and not know who left it there! This lago. Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure on ' some minx's token, and I must take out the Now, if this fuit bay in Bianca's power,

work? There, give it your hobby-horse : where

[Speaking lowcr. foever you had it, I'll take out no work on 't. How quickl; mould you speed ?

Caf. How now, my tweet Bianca ? how now! Caj. Alas, poor caitiff !

how now?

i l'aparper, for common. 2 Lis, or lifts, is barriers, bounds. Keep your temper, says laço, within the bordion's putrener. 3j. e. tranie. 4 j. e. hide yourself in a private place.

sis bock th, for insan!. 6 Othello calls hır. Rumın ironically. Triumph, which was a Ronian re:

broughi fioman mo his thoughes. A common woman, one that invites cultum. $ To vielu;s Mr. Seevens, originally meant no more than to cut a notch upon a tally, or to tmark out a tornilo indent ng it on any snbnance; but it was foon figuratively uted for setting a brand or mark of contact or any one. A polecar. À protectar was auciently one of the cunt icims for a ftur:ger.

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