Out of his scattering and unsure observance:- Oth. What dost thou mean? Iago. Good name, in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; "Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he, that filches from me my good name, Robs me of that, which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed. Oth. By heaven, I'll know thy thought. Iago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand; Iago. O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock Who dotes, yet doubts; suspects, yet strongly loves! Iago. Poor, and content, is rich, and rich enough! To him that ever fears he shall be poor :- Oth. Why? why is this? Think'st thou, I'd make a life of jealousy, To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions? No: to be once in doubt, Is-once to be resolved: Exchange me for a goat, To such exsufflicatet and blown surmises, Matching thy inference. "Tis not to make me jealous, Iago. I am glad of this, for now I shall have reason With franker spirit: therefore, as I am bound, * Unbounded. I would not have your free and noble nature, In Venice they do let heaven see the pranks They dare not show their husbands; their best conscience Oth. Dost thou say so? Iago. She did deceive her father, marrying you; And, when she seem'd to shake, and fear your looks, She loved them most. Oth. And so she did. Iago. Why, go to, then; She that, so young, could give out such a seeming, To seelt her father's eyes up, close as oak, He thought, 'twas witchcraft:-But I am much to blame; For too much loving you. Oth. I am bound to thee for ever. Iago. I see this hath a little dash'd your spirits. Oth. Not a jot, not a jot. Iago. Trust me, I fear it has. I hope you will consider, what is spoke Comes from my love;-But I do see you are moved : I am to pray you, not to strain my speech To grosser issues, nor to larger reach, Than to suspicion. Oth. I will not. Iago. Should you do so, my lord, My speech should fall into such vile success As my thoughts aim not at. Cassio 's my worthy friend :- Oth. No, not much moved: I do not think but Desdemona's honest. Iago. Long live she so! and long live you to think so! Tago. Ay, there's the point:-As,-to be bold with you,— Of her own clime, complexion, and degree; Whereto, we see, in all things nature tends: Foh! one may smell, in such, a will most rank, Distinctly speak of her; though I may fear, May fall to match you with her country forms Oth. Farewell, farewell: If more thou dost perceive, let me know more; [Going. Oth. Why did I marry ?-This honest creature, doubtless, Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds. * Inherent generosity. + Sew up. + Wilfulness. Iago. My lord, I would, I might entreat your honour Oth. This fellow's of exceeding honesty, Though that her jesses§ were my dear heart-strings, For other's uses. Yet, 'tis the plague of great ones; "Tis destiny unshunnable, like death; Even then this forked plague is fated to us, Desdemona comes: Enter DESDEMONA, and EMILIA. If she be false, O, then heaven mocks itself!— Des. Why is your speech so faint? are you not well? Oth. I have a pain upon my forehead here. Des. Faith, that's with watching; 'twill away again: Let me but bind it hard, within this hour It will be well. Oth. Your napkin is too little; [Exit. [He puts the handkerchief from him, and it drops. Let it alone. Come, I'll go in with you. * Re-admission. Straps of leather. + Command over myself. Men of intrigue. A wild hawk. When we begin to live. Des. I am very sorry that you are not well. [Exeunt OTHELLO and DESDEMONA. Emil. I am glad I have found this napkin; To kiss, and talk to. I'll have the work ta'en out, What he'll do with it, heaven knows, not I; Enter IAGO. Iago. How now! what do you here alone? Iago. To have a foolish wife. Emil. O, is that all? What will you give me now For that same handkerchief? Iago. What handkerchief? Emil. What handkerchief! Why, that the Moor first gave to Desdemona; Emil. No, faith; she let it drop by negligence; Look, here it is. Iago. A good wench: give it me. Emil. What will you do with it, that you have been so earnest To have me filch it? Iago. Why, what's that to you? Emil. If it be not for some purpose of import, Give it me again: Poor lady! she'll run mad, When she shall lack it. Iago. Be not you known of't;* I have use for it. I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin, As proofs of holy writ. This may do something. [Exit EMILIA. Burn like the mines of sulphur.-I did say so :- Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst‡ yesterday. * Seem as if you knew nothing of the matter. Enter OTHELLO. Oth. Ha! ha! false to me? To me? Iago. Why, how now, general? no more of that. Oth. Avaunt! begone! thou hast set me on the rack :I swear 'tis better to be much abused, Than but to know't a little. Iago. How now, my lord? Oth. What sense had I of her stolen hours of lust? I saw it not, thought it not, it harm'd not me: I slept the next night well, was free and merry; I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips: He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen, Oth. I had been happy, if the general camp, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! Oth. Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore; Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul, [Taking him by the throat. Thou hadst been better have been born a dog, Iago. Is it come to this? Oth. Make me to see it; or (at the least) so prove it, That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop, To hang a doubt on: or, woe upon thy life! Iago. My noble lord, Oth. If thou dost slander her, and torture me, Never pray more: abandon all remorse ; * On horror's head horrors accumulate: Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amazed, Greater than that. Iago. O grace! O heaven defend me! Are you a man? have you a soul, or sense? God be wi' you: take mine office.-O wretched fool, O monstrous world! Take note, take note, O world, * All tenderness, all pity. |