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Who having by their own importunate fuit,
Oth. Hath he faid any thing?
lago. He hath, my Lord; but be you well af . No inore than helt unswear.
Otb. Ey with her! ly on her! ly with her t. that's fulsome: handkerchief --confetlons-- handa. kerchief-handkerchief---to confess and be hanged for his labour---Firit to be hanged, and then---to confefs !----/ tremble at it---Nature..would not in. veft herself in such fhadowing without fome inIruction. It is not words that shake me thus-te. piita---noses, ears, and lips---is’t pofillsie !---confess!-s. handkerchief ! ----Oh devil !---- [Falls in a Trance..
He's monstrous vexed, and musiy at my.chess-play,
Caf. What's the matter?
logo. My Lord is fell into an epilepsy, This is the second fit; he had one.yesterday...
Caf. Rub him about the temples.
lago. No, forbear,
[Exit Caflio. How is it, General ? have you not hurt your head?
Oth. Dost thou mock me?
lago. I mock you not, by Heaven; Would
fortunes like a man. Oth. A horned man's á monster, and beast.
lago. There's many a beast then in a populous And many a civil monster.
[city, Othi Did he confess it?.
lage. Good Sir, be a man; Think, every bearded fellow, that's but yoked, May draw with you. Millions are now, alive, That nightly ly in those unproper beds, Wl:ich they dare swear peculiar. Your case is better.. Oh, 'tis the spight of hell, the fiend's arch-mock, To lip a wanton in a secure couch ;. And to suppose her chaste. No, let me know, And knowing what I am, I know what the shall bei.
Oth. Oh, thou art wife ; 'tis certain.
lago. Stand you a while apart, Confine yourself but in a patient list. Whilft you were here, o’erwhelmed with your grief (A palton most unsuiting such a man) Čailio.come hither. I shifted him awaya, And laid good 'Icuses on your ecstacy;
Bade him anon return, and here speak with me;
Oth. Dost thou hear, Iago?
lago. That's not amiss;
[Othello withdraws. Now'will I question Cassio of Bianca, A housewife, that, by selling her defires, Buys herself bread and cloth. It is a creature That doats on Callro; as 'tis the strumpet's plague To beguile many, and be beguiled by one; He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain From the excess of laughter.---Here he comes-----
Enter CASS10. As he shall smile, Othello shall
go And his unbookith jealousy mult construe Poor Cafo's smiles, gestures, and light behaviour, Quite in this wrong. How do you now,
Lieutenant? Caf. The worfer, that you give ine the addition, Whoie want even kills me.
lago. Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure ont: Now if this suit lay in Bianca's power,
[Speaking lower. How quickly should you speed ?
Caf. Alas, poor caitiff !
Oth. Look how he laughs already. [-9fidea
[ Aside. lago. Do you hear, Caflio !
Oih. Now he importunes him To tell it o'er : go to, well said, well said. [-Afide. lago. She gives it out that you
her. Do you
intend it? Cuf Ha, ha, ha! Oih. Do you triumph, Roman? do you triumph?
[ Aride. Caf. I marry her!---What? a customer? prythee bear some charity to my wit, do not think it fo un wholesome. Ha, ha, ha!
Oth. So, fo: they laugh that win. [ Aside.
Caf. This is the monkey's own giving out: the is persuaded I will marry her, out of her own love and flattery, not out of my promise. Oth. Iago beckons me: now he begins the story.
[Hide. Caf. She was here even now: slie haunts me in every place. I was the other day talking on the fea-bank with certain Venetians, and thither comez the bauble, and falls me thus about the neck--
01h. Crying, Oh dear Callio," as it were: his gesture imports it.
[ ikide. Coif. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me, fo shakes, and pulls me. Ha, ha, ha! ----
Oth. Now he tells how the plucked him to my chumber: oh I see that nose of yours, but not that dog I lhall throw it to.
Caf. Well, I must leave her company,
Enter BIANCA. Caf. 'Tis such another fitchew: marry, a perfumed one.--- What do you mean by this haunting of me?
Bian. Let the devil and his dam haunt you! what did you mean by that same handkerchief you gave me even now? I was a fine food to take it : I must take out the work? A likely piece of work, that
you should find it in your chamber, and know not who left it there. This is some minx's token, and I muít take out the work! there--give it your hobby-horse: wherefoever you had it, I'll take out no work on't.
Caf. How now, my sweet Bianca? how now? how now? Oth. By Heaven, that should be my handkerchief.
[ ide. Bian. If you'll come to fupper to-night, you may ; if you will not, come when you are next prepared for.
[Exit. lago. After her, after her.----Caf. I must, she'll rail in the streets elle. lage. Will you fup there? Cas. Yes, I intend so.
lago. Well, I may chance to see you ; for I would very fain speak with you.
Caf. Pr’ythee come, will you?
Manent OTHELLO and IAGO.