Of human dealings: If I do prove her haggard, Must be to loath her. O curse of marriage, "Tis destiny unshunnable, like death; Even then this forked plague is fated to us, Enter DESDEMONA and EMILIA. If she be false, O, then heaven mocks itself!- Des. How now, my dear Othello? Your dinner, and the generous islanders By you invited, do attend your presence. Oth. I am to blame. Des. Why is your speech so faint? are you not well? 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; [He puts the Handkerchief from him, and it drops. Let it alone. Come, I'll go in with you. Des. I am very sorry that you are not well. [Exeunt Othello and Desdemona. Emil. I am glad I have found this napkin; This was her first remembrance from the Moor: My wayward husband hath a hundred times Woo'd me to steal it: but she so loves the token (For he conjur'd her, she would ever keep it), That she reserves it evermore about her, To kiss, and talk to. I'll have the work ta'en out, And give it Iago: What he'll do with it, heaven knows, not I; I nothing, but to please his fantasy. Enter IAGO. Iago. How now! what do you here alone? Emil. Do not you chide; I have a thing for you. lago. A thing for me?—it is a common thing,— Emil. Ha! Iago. To have a foolish wife. Emil. O, is that all? What will you give me now For that same handkerchief? Iago. Emil. What handkerchief? What handkerchief? Why, that the Moor first gave to Desdemona; Emil. No, faith; she let it drop by negligence; Iago. A good wench: give it me. Emil. What will you do with it, that you have been To have me filch it? lago. [so earnest Why, what's that to you? [Snatching it. 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. Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong Burn like the mines of sulphur.-I did say so : Enter OTHELLO. Look, where he comes! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Oth. To me? Ha ha! false to me? Iago. Why, how now, general? no more of that. Oth. Avaunt! be gone! thou hast set me on the I swear, 'tis better to be much abus'd, Than but to know a little. Iago. [rack: 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; Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof; [Taking him by the Throat. Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul, Is it come to this? Lago That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop, Oth. If thou dost slander her, and torture me, Never pray more: abandon all remorse; On horrors head horrors accumulate: Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz'd, Greater than that. lago. 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, That liv'st to make thine honesty a vice! O monstrous world! Take note, take note, O world, I thank you for this profit; and, from hence, Iago. I should be wise; for honesty's a fool, Oth. I'll not endure it.-Would, I were satisfied! lago. I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion: I do repent me, that I put it to you. You would be satisfied? Oth. Would? nay, I will. Iago. And may but, how? how satisfied, my lord? Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on? Behold her tupp'd? Oth. Death and damnation! O! lago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think, To bring them to that prospect: Damn them then, If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster, More than their own! What then? how then? What shall I say? Where's satisfaction? It is impossible, you should see this, Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys, But, sith I am enter'd in this cause so far,- There are a kind of men so loose of soul, In sleep I heard him say,-Sweet Desdemona, And then, sir, would he gripe, and wring my hand, Iago. Nay, this was but his dream. Oth. But this denoted a foregone conclusion; "Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream. Iago. And this may help to thicken other proofs, That do demonstrate thinly. Oth. I'll tear her all to pieces. lago. Nay, but be wise: yet we see nothing done; She may be honest yet. Tell me but this,-Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief, Spotted with strawberries, in your wife's hand? Oth. I gave her such a one; 'twas my first gift. Iago. I know not that: but such a handkerchief, (I am sure, it was your wife's), did I to-day See Cassio wipe his beard with. Oth. If it be that, |