Who having by their own importunate fuit, Oth. Hath he faid any thing? Iago. He hath, my Lord; but be you well afNo incre than he'll unfwear. Oth. What hath he faid? [fured, Iago. Why, that he did I know not what he did Oth. What? what? lago. Ly Oth. With her? Iago. With her, on her,----what you will----Oth. Ly with her! ly on her! ly with her! that's fulfome: handkerchief---confetlions-- handkerchief-handkerchief---to confefs and be hanged for his labour---Firit to be hanged, and then---to confefs !----I tremble at it---Nature would not inveft herself in fuch fhadowing without fome inftruction. It is not words that fake me thus----- piín---nofes, ears, and lips---is't poffible!---confefs!--handkerchief!----Oh devil !---- [Falls in a Trance. Iago. Work on, My medicine, work! thus credulous fools are caught; Enter CASSIO. How now, Caffio?! He's monstrous vexed, and mufly at my chefs-play, Spanish Curate Cypr. Thought and affection cannot be controlled. Dumb Knigh Caf. What's the matter? Logo. My Lord is fell into an epilepfy, The lethargy must have his quiet courfe; [Exit Caffio.. you not hurt your head? How is it, General? have Iago. I mock you not, by Heaven; Would you would bear your fortunes like a man. Oth. A horned man's á monster, and a beast. Iago. There's many a beast then in a populous And many a civil monster. Oth. Did he confefs it? Iago. Good Sir, be a man; [city, Think, every bearded fellow, that's but yoked, May draw with you. Millions are now alive, That nightly ly in those unproper beds, Which they dare fwear peculiar. Your cafe is better.. And to fuppofe her chafte. No, let me know, Whilft you were here, o'erwhelmed with your grief Bade him anon return, and here fpeak with me; For I will make him tell the tale anew; Oth. Doft thou hear, Iago? I will be found most cunning in my patience;. Iago. That's not amifs; But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw ? [Othello withdraws. Now will I queftion Caffio of Bianca, A housewife, that, by felling her defires, Buys herself bread and cloth. It is a creature As he fhall fmile, Othello fhall go mad; Iago. Ply Defdemona well, and you are fure on't: Now if this fuit lay in Bianca's power, How quickly fhould you speed? Caf. Alas, poor caitiff ! [Speaking lower. Oth. Look how he laughs already. [Afide Caf. Alas, poor rogue, I think indeed she loves me. Iago. Do you hear, Caffio! Oth. Now he importunes him To tell it o'er go to, well faid, well faid. [Afide. Iago. She gives it out that you fhall marry her: Do you intend it? Caf Ha, ha, ha ! Oth. Do you triumph, Roman? do you triumph? [Afide. Caf. I marry her!--- What? a customer? pr'ythee bear fome charity to my wit, do not think it fo unwholesome. Ha, ha, ha! Oth. So, fo: they laugh that win.. [Afide. Iago. Why, the cry goes that you fhall marry her. Caf. Pr'ythee, fay true. Iago. I am a very villain elfe... Oth. Have you fcored me! well. [Afide. Caf. This is the monkey's own giving out: the is perfuaded 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. [Afide. Caf. She was here even now: flie haunts me in every place. I was the other day talking on the fea-bank with certain Venetians, and thither comes the bauble, and falls me thus about the neck--Oth. Crying, Oh dear Caffio," as it were: his gefture imports it. 6.6 [ fide. Caf. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me, fo fhakes, and pulls me. Ha, ha, ha!---- Oth. Now he tells how the plucked him to my chamber: oh I fee that nofe of yours, but not that dog I fhall throw it to. Caf. Well, I must leave her company. lago. Before me! look, where fhe comes. Enter BIANCA. Caf. 'Tis fuch another fitchew: marry, a perfumed one.--- What do you mean by this haunting of me? you Bian. Let the devil and his dam haunt you! what did you mean by that fame handkerchief gave me even now? I was a fine fool to take it: I must take out the work? A likely piece of work, that you fhould find it in your chamber, and know not who left it there. This is fome minx's token, and I must 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 fweet Bianca? how now? how now? Oth. By Heaven, that should be my handkerchief. [fide. Bian. If you'll come to fupper to-night, you may; if you will not, come when you are next prepared for. Jago. After her, after her.---- Caf. I muft, fhe'll rail in the streets elfe. lago. Will you fup there? Caf. Yes, I intend so. Iago. Well, I may chance to fee you; would very fain fpeak with you. Caf. Pr'ythee come, will you? Iago. Go to, fay no more. [Exit. for I [Exit Caffio. Manent OTHELLO and IAGO. Oth. How fhall I murder him, Iago? lago. Did you perceive how he laughed at his vice? Oth. Oh, lago!--- |