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Tags. I fee, Sir, you are eaten up with passion; I do repent me that I put it to you. You would be satisfied ?
Oth. Would? nay, and will. lago. And may; but how? how satisfied, my Would you be supervisor, grolly gape on? [Lord? Behold her tupp'd ?
Oth. Death and damnation ! oh!
lago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think, To bring 'em to that prospect: damn them then, If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster, More than their own. What then? how then? What shall I say? where's fatisfaction? It is impoffible you thould see this, Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys, As falt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross As ignorance made drunk. But yet, I lay, If imputation and strong circumstances, Which lead directly to the door of truth, Will give you fatisfaction, you might have't.
0th. Give me a living reason ihe's disloyal.
lag. I do not like the office;
I lay with Cassio lately,
Over my thigh, and sigh and kiss, and then
Otb. Oh, monstrous ! nonstrous !
Oth. But this denoted a foregone conclusion; 'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream.,
lago. And this may help to thicken other proofs, That do demonstrate thinly.
Oth. I'll tear her all to pieces.
lago. Nay, but be wife; yet we see nothing done;
Oth. I gave her such a one, 'twas my
Oth. If it be that---
lago. If it be that, or any, if 'twas hers,
Orh. Oh, that the slave had forty thousand lives!
fond love thus do I blow to heaven;
lago. Yet be content.
Even so my bloody thoughts with violent pace
[He kneelso I here-engage my words
lago. Do not rise yet: Witness, you ever-burning lights above ! You elements that clip us round about ! Witness, that here lago doth give up The execution of his wit, hands, beart, To wronged Othello's service. (37) Let him comNor to obey flrall be in me remorse, [mand, What bloody business ever.
Oth. I greet thy love, Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounAnd will upon the instant put thee to’t : (teous, Within these three days let me hear thee. say, That Caffio's not alive..
lago. My friend is dead; (38) 'Tis done at your request. But let her live.
(37) Let him commande
And to chey fall be in me, remorse,
What bloody business ever.] Thus all the old copies, to the manifest depravation of the Poet's sense. Mr Pope has attempted an emendation, but with his old luck and dexterity:
Not to obey fall be in me remorse, &c.
Nor, to obey, shall be in me remorse, &c. 1. e. Let your commands be ever so bloody, remorse and compassion thall not restrain me from obeying them. Much. to the same tenour Lady Macbeth says;
Stop up the access and passage to remose,
Shake my feil purpose. (38) Jago. My friend is dead] i e, I am so firmly resolved to obey your commands, that you may conclude Callio
Oih. Damn her, lewd minx ! Oh, dama her!
Enter DESDEMONA, ÆMILIA, and Clown.
Clown. I dare not fully he lyes any where.
Clown. He's a soldier; and for me to say a foldier Jyes, 'tis stabbing.
Def. Go to, where lodges he?
Clown. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you where I ly.
Def. Can any thing be made of this?
Clown. I know not where he lodges; and for me to devise a lodging, and say he lyes here, or he lyes there, were to ly in mine own throat.
Def. Can you enquire him out, and be edified by report?
already dead. Ben Johnson, I rememlver, in a like circum-
-He fall die ;
Is yet too low; he's dead.
Lycus Creorti debitas penas dabil ;
Clown. I will catechize. the world for him, that is, make questions, and bid them answer. (39)
Def. Seek him, bid him come hither: tell him, I have moved my Lord on his behalf, and hope all will be well.
Clown. To do this is within the compass of man's. wit, and therefore I will attempt the doing of it.
[Exit Clown. Def. Where should I lose that handkerchief,
Def. Believe me, I had rather have lost my purfe
Æmil. Is he not jealous ?
Def: Who, he? I think the sun where he was Drew all such humours from him.
[born, Ænil. Look, where he comes.
Def. I will not leave him now; till Caffio be Cailed to him. How is it with you, my Lord?
[diflemble ! Def. Well, my Lord. Oth. Give me your hand; this hand is moift, my
(39) Clown. I will eatechize the world for him;
That is, making queßions, and by them answer.] This Clown is a fool to fome purpofe. He was to go seek for one; he says, he will ask for him, and by his own quettions make answer. Without doubt, we should read;
and bid them answer. ie the world; those whom he questions. Mr Warburtant