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Enter otheLLO, IAGO, and Gentlemen. Oth. These letters give, lago, to the pilot, And by him do my duties to the Senate; That done, I will be waiking on the works; Repair there to-me.

lago. My good Lord, I'll do't. Oib. This fortification, gentlemen, fhall we see't? Gerit. We'll wait upon your Lordship. [Exeunt. Scene changes to an Apartment in the Palace.'

Enter DESDEMONA, CASSIO, and ÆMILIA. Def. Be thou assured, good Caflio, I will do All my abilities in thy behalf.

Æmil. Good Madam, do: I know it grieves my As if the cause were his,

[husband, Def. Oh, that's an honest fellow; doubt not, But I will have my Lord and you again [Callio, As friendly as you were.

Caf. Most bounteous Madam, Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio, He is never any thing but your true servant. Def. I know't, I thank you; you do love my

Lord,
You have known him long; and, be you well assured,
He shall in strangeness ftand no further off
Than in a politic distance.

Gaf. ly, but, Lady,
That policy may either last so long,
Or feed upon such nice and wateri h diet,
Or breed itself fu out of circumstances,
That I being abfent, and my place supplied,
My General will forget my love and

service. Def. Do not doubt that; before Æmilia here, I give thee warrant of thy place, Allure thee,

Callio;

If I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it
To the last article. My Lord shall never rest;
I'll watch him tame, and talk him out of patience;
His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift;
I'll intermingle every thing he does
With Caffio's fuit : therefore be

merry,
For thy solicitor shall rather die,
Than give thy cause away.

Enter OTHELLO, and IAGO, at a distance.
Æmil. Madam, here comes

my.

Lord.
Caf. Madam, I'll take my leave.
Def. Why, stay, and hear me speak.

Gal. Madam, not now; I am very ill at ease;
Unfit for mine own purposes.

Def, Well, do your discretion. [Exit Caflio, lago. Hah! I like not that.-----Oih. What dost thou fay? lago. Nothing, my Lord; or if---I know not what. Oih. Was not that Caffio, parted from my wife?

lago. Callio, my Lord? no, sure, I cannot think it, That he would steal away so guilty-like, Seeing you coming. · Oth. I believe 'twas he.

Def. How now, my Lord ?
I have been talking with a suitor here,
A man that languishes in your displeasure.

Oth. Who is’t you mean?

Def. Why, your Lieutenant Caflio. Good my Lord,
If I have any grace, or power to move you,
His present reconciliation take.
For if he be not one that truly loves you,
That errs in ignorance, and not in cunning,
I have no judgment in an honest face.
I pr’ythee call him back.

Oth. Went he hence now?

Def. Ay, footh, fo humbled,
That he hath left part of his grief with me,
To suffer with him. Good love, call him back.

Oth. Not new, sweet Desdemona; some other time,
Dif. But thalt't be shortly?
Oth. The sooner, sweet, for you.
Def. Shali't be to-night at fupper?
Oth. Not to-night.
Def. To-morrow dinner then?

01h. I shall not dine at home; I meet the Captains at the citadel. Def. Why then to-morrow night, or Tuesday

morn, Or Tuesday noon, or night, or Wednesday morn: I pr’ythee name the time; but let it not Exceed three days; in faith, he's penitent: And yet

his trespass, in our common reason, (Save that, they say, the wars mult make examples Out of their best), is not almost a fault T' incur a private check. When shall he come?

Othello. I wonder in my soul, What you would ask me, that I would deny, Or stand so mutt'ring on? what? Michael Caffio !--That came a-wooing with you, and many a time, When I have spoke of you dispraisingly, Hath ta'en your part, to have so much to do To bring him in? trust me, I could do much---

Oth. Prythee, no more; let him come when he will, I will deny thee nothing.

Des. Why, this is not a boon: 'Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves, Or feed on nourishing meats, or keep you warm; Or fue to you, to do peculiar profit To your own person. Nay, when I have suit Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed, VOL. XII.

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Tell me,

It shall be full of poize and difficulty,
And fearful to be granted.

Oth. I will deny thee nothing.
Whereon I do beseech thee, grant me this,
To leave me but a little to myself.

Def. Shall I deny you? no: Farewel, my Lord.
Oth. Farewel, my Desdemona, I'll come strait.

Def. Æmilia, come; be, as your fancies teach you.
Whate'er you be, I am. obedient. [Exeunt,

Manent OTHELLO and IAGO.
Oth. Excellent wench !..---Perdition catch my

foul, (32)
But I do love thee; and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.

lago. My noble Lord, ------
Oih. What dost thou fay, Iago?

lago. Did Michael Caffio, when you wooed my Know of your love?

[Lady,

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(32) Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,

But I do love thee, &c.] Though all the printed copies concur in this reading, I think it is very reasonably to be suspected. Othello is exclaiming bere with admiration and rapturous foodness; but wretch can scarce be admitted to be used, unless in compallion or contempt. I make no quef tion but the Poet wrote;

Excellent wench! - Perdition catch my soul, &c.
It is to be observed, that, in Shakespeare's time, wench,
Tafs, and girl were not used in that low and vulgar accepta-
tion as they are at this time of day; but very frequently
with dignity. To appeal to a few instances:

-Oh ill-starred wench!
Pale as thy smock!

Oibello.
nigrip. Royal weuch!
She made great Cæsar lay his sword to bed, &c.

Antory and Cleopatra.
Now boast thee, Death, in thy possession lyes
A las unparagoned

Ibid.
What, girl! though gray
Do something mingle with our younger brown, &c. Ibid.

Oth. He did, from first to last; why dost thou ask?

lago. But for a satisfaction of my thought, No farther harm.

Oth. Why of thy thought, lago? lago. I did not think he'd been acquainted with it. U1b. Oh yes, and went between us very oft. lago. Indeed!

Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed. Discernest thou aught Is he not honest ?

[in that? lago. Honest, my Lord? Oth. Honest ? ay, honest. lago. My Lord, for aught I know. Oth. What doit thou think? lago. Think, iny Lord !----Oih. Think, my Lord! why, by Heaven, thou,

echoeit me; As if there were some monster in thy thought, Too hideous to be Thewn. Thou dost mean fome

thing; I heard thee fay but now, thou lik'dst not that,----When Caflio left

my

wife. What did'ít not like ? And when I told thee, he was of my counsel, In my whole course of wooing; thou criedit, indeed? And didit contract and purse thy brow together, As if thou then hadft fhut up in thy brain Some horrible conceit: if thou dost love me, Shew me thy thought.

lago. My Lord! you know I love you.

Oth. I think thou doit : And for I know thou art full of love and honesty, And weighest thy words before thou givest them

breath, Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more: For such things in a false disloyal knave Are tricks of custom; but, in a man that's just,

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