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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
Gaf. ly, but, Lady,
service. Def. Do not doubt that; before Æmilia here, I give thee warrant of thy place, Allure thee,
If I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it
Enter OTHELLO, and IAGO, at a distance.
Gal. Madam, not now; I am very ill at ease;
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 ?
Oth. Who is’t you mean?
Def. Why, your Lieutenant Caflio. Good my Lord,
Oth. Went he hence now?
Def. Ay, footh, fo humbled,
Oth. Not new, sweet Desdemona; some other time,
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.
It shall be full of poize and difficulty,
Oth. I will deny thee nothing.
Def. Shall I deny you? no: Farewel, my Lord.
Def. Æmilia, come; be, as your fancies teach you.
Manent OTHELLO and IAGO.
lago. My noble Lord, ------
lago. Did Michael Caffio, when you wooed my Know of your love?
(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.
-Oh ill-starred wench!
Antory and Cleopatra.
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
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,