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Who having by their own importunate fuit,
Or voluntary dotage of some mistress,
Convinced or fuppled them, they cannot chuse
But they must blal))

Oth. Hath he faid any thing?

lago. He hath, my Lord; but be you well af . No inore than helt unswear.

[sured,
Oth. What hath he said?
lugo. Why, that he did I know not what he:

did
Orh. What! what?
lago. Ly
Oth. With her ?
lago. With her, on her,----what you will...

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..

lago. Work.on,
My medicine, work! thus credulous fools are caught;
And many worthy and chaste dames even thus,
All guiltless, ineet reproach. What, hoa! my Lord!
My Lord, I say, Othello,-----

Enter CASSIO.
How now, Callio?:

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He's monstrous vexed, and musiy at my.chess-play,
But this. Thall fuppl. him, when he has read is.

Spa.ifto Curals.
Cypr. Thonglit and affection cannot be controlled.
Phil. Yet may't be bent and suppled with extremes.

Dumb Kniz!...

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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,
The lethargy must have his quiet course;
If not, he foams at mouth, and by and by
Breaks out to favage madness.: look, he stirs.
Do you withdraw yourself a little while, :
He will recover straight; when he is gone,
I would on great occafion speak with you.

[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

you
would bear

your

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;
The which he promised. Do but encave yourtelf,
And mark the feers, the gibes, and notable (corns,
That dwell in every region of his face.
For I will make him tell the tale anew;
Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when,
He hath, and is again to cope your wife.
I say, but mark his gesture. Marry, patience;
Or I shall fay, you are all in all in spleen,
And nothing of a man.

Oth. Dost thou hear, Iago?
I will be found molt cunning in my patience;
But, doit thou hear, most bloody?

lago. That's not amiss;
But yet keep time in all. Will

you

withdraw ?

[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 !

mad;

Oth. Look how he laughs already. [-9fidea
lago. I never knew a woman love man so.
Cal. Alas, poor rogne, I think indeed the loves me.
Oih. Now he denies it faintly and laughs out.

[ 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

Thall marry

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.
Iago. Why, the cry goes that you shall marry her.
Caf. Pr’ythee, fay true.
lago. I am a very villain elfe...
Oth. Have you scored me! wel. [-3/ide.

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,
lago. Before me! look, where she comes.

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?
Iago. Go to, say no more. [Exit Caffio.

Manent OTHELLO and IAGO.
Dik. How shall I murder him, Iago ?
lago. Did you perceive how he laughed at his vice?
Oih. Oh, lago!...

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