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Who having by their own importunate fuit,
Or voluntary dotage of fome miftrefs,
Convinced or fuppled them, they cannot chufe
But they muft blab)

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;
And many worthy and chaste dames even thus,
All guiltlefs, meet reproach. What, hoa! my Lord!
My Lord, I fay, Othello,-----

Enter CASSIO.

How now, Caffio?!

He's monstrous vexed, and mufly at my chefs-play,
But this fall fupple him, when he has read it.

Spanish Curate

Cypr. Thought and affection cannot be controlled.
Phil. Yet may't be bent and suppled with extremes.

Dumb Knigh

Caf. What's the matter?

Logo. My Lord is fell into an epilepfy,
This is the fecond fit; he had one yesterday.
Caf. Rub him about the temples.
Iago. No, forbear,

The lethargy must have his quiet courfe;
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 ftraight; when he is gone,
I would on great occafion fpeak with you.

[Exit Caffio.. you not hurt your head?

How is it, General? have
Oth. Doft thou mock me?

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..
Oh, 'tis the fpight of hell, the fiend's arch-mock,
To lip a wanton in a fecure couch;

And to fuppofe her chafte. No, let me know,
And knowing what I am, I know what the fhall be:
Oth. Oh, thou art wife; 'tis certain.
Iago. Stand you a while apart,
Confine yourself but in a patient lift.

Whilft you were here, o'erwhelmed with your grief
(A paffion most unfuiting fuch a man)
Callio come hither. I shifted him away,
And laid good 'fcuses on your ecstacy;

Bade him anon return, and here fpeak with me;
The which he promised. Do but encave yourself,
And mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable fcorns,
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 fay, but mark his gefture. Marry, patience;
Or I fhall fay, you are all in all in fpleen,
And nothing of a man.

Oth. Doft thou hear, Iago?

I will be found most cunning in my patience;.
But, doft thou hear, moft bloody?

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
That doats on Caffro; as 'tis the ftrumpet's plague.
To beguile many, and he beguiled by one;
He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain
From the excefs of laughter.---Here he comes------
Enter CASS10.

As he fhall fmile, Othello fhall go mad;
And his unbookith jealousy must construe
Poor Caffio's fimiles, geftures, and light behaviour,
Quite in this wrong. How do you now, Lieutenant?
Caf. The worfer, that you give me the addition,
Whole want even kills me.

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
lago. I never knew a woman love man fo.

Caf. Alas, poor rogue, I think indeed she loves me.
Oth. Now he denies it faintly and laughs out.
[Afide.

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.

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[ 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.

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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!---

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