Puff'd his own brother;-And can he be angry? Something of moment, then: I will go meet him 'There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry.

;

Des. I pr'ythee, do so.-Something, sure, of state.-
[Exit lago.
Either from Venice; or some unhatch'd practice,
Made démonstrable here in Cyprus to him,-
Hath puddled his clear spirit: and, in such cases,
Men's natures wrangle with inferior things,
Though great ones are their object. "Tis even so;
For let our finger ache, and it indues

Our other healthful members ev'n to that sense
Of pain: Nay, we must think, men are not gods;
Nor of them look for such observances
As fit the bridal.-Beshrew me much, Emilia,
I was (unhandsome warrior as I am),
Arraigning his unkindness with my soul;
But now I find, I had suborn'd the witness,
And he's indited falsely.

Emil. Pray heaven, it be state matters, as you think; And no conception, nor no jealous toy,

Concerning you.

Des. Alas, the day! I never gave him cause.

Emil. But jealous souls will not be answer'd so; They are not ever jealous for the cause,

But jealous for they are jealous: 'tis a monster,
Begot upon itself, born on itself.

Des. Heaven keep that monster from Othello's mind!
Emil. Lady, amen.

Des. I will go seek him.-Cassio, walk hereabout: If I do find him fit, I'll move your suit,

And seek to effect it to my uttermost.
Cas. I humbly thank your ladyship.

[Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia.

What make you from home?

How is it with you, my most fair Bianca?
I'faith, sweet love, I was coming to your house.

Bian. And I was going to your lodging, Cassio.
What! keep a week away? seven days and nights?
Eight score eight hours? and lovers' absent hours,
More tedious than the dial eight score times?
O weary reckoning!

Cas.

Pardon me, Bianca;

I have this while with leaden thoughts been press'd;
But I shall, in a more continuate time,
Strike off this score of absence.

Sweet Bianca,
[Giving her Desdemona's Handkerchief.

Take me this work out.

Bian. O, Cassio, whence came this? This is some token from a newer friend. To the felt absence now I feel a cause: Is it come to this? Well, well.

Cas.

Throw your vile guesses in the
From whence you have them.
That this is from some mistress,
No, in good troth, Bianca.
Bian.

Woman, go to! devil's teeth,

You are jealous now; some remembrance:

Why, whose is it?

Cas. I know not, sweet: I found it in my chamber. I like the work well; ere it be demanded

(As like enough it will), I'd have it copied : Take it, and do't; and leave me for this time. Bian. Leave you! wherefore?

Cas. I do attend here on the general; And think it no addition, nor my wish, To have him see me woman'd.

Bian.

Cas. Not that I love you not.
Bian.

Why, I pray you?

But that you do not love me.

I pray you, bring me on the way a little;
And say, if I shall see you soon at night.
Cas. "Tis but a little way, that I can bring you,
For I attend here: but I'll see you soon.

Bian. "Tis very good; I must be circumstane'd.

[Exeunt.

Oth.

Lago. Or to be naked with her friend abed,
An hour, or more, not meaning any harm?
Oth. Naked abed, lago, and not mean harm?

It is hypocrisy against the devil :

They that mean virtuously, and yet do so,

The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt heaven. Iago. So they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip:

But if I give my wife a handkerchief,

Oth. What then?

lago. Why, then 'tis bers, my lord; and, being hers, She may, I think, bestow't on any man.

Oth. She is protectress o her honour too;

May she give that?

lago. Her honour is an essence that's not seen; They have it very oft, that have it not :

But, for the handkerchief,

Oth. By heaven, I would most gladly have forgot it :Thou said'st,-O, it comes o'er my memory,

As doth the raven o'er the infected house,

Boding to all, he had my handkerchief.
Iago. Ay, what of that?

Oth.

That's not so good, now.

lago. What, if I had said, I had seen him do you wrong?
Or heard him say,-As knaves be such abroad,
Who having, by their own importunate suit,
Or voluntary dotage of some mistress,

Convinced or supplied them, cannot choose
But they must blab-

Oth.

Hath he said any thing?

Iugo. He hath, my lord; but be you well assur'd, No more than he'll unswear.

Oth.

Iago.

With her?

What hath he said?
I know not what he did.

With her, on her; what you will. Oth. Lie with her! lie on her!-We say, lie on her, when they belie her: Lie with her! that's fulsome.Handkerchief,-confessions,-handkerchief.-To confess, and be hanged for his labour.-First to be hanged, and then to confess :-I tremble at it. Nature would not invest herself in such shadowing passion, without some instruction. It is not words, that shake me thus: -Pish!-Noses, ears, and lips :-Is it possible?-Confess!-Handkerchief! O 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 meet reproach,-What, ho! my lord!

Enter CASSIO.

My lord, I say! Othello!-How now, Cassio?

Cas. What is the matter?

lago. My lord is fallen into an epilepsy; This is his second fit; he had one yesterday. Cas. Rub him about the temples.

Iago.
No, forbear:
The lethargy must have his quiet course:
If not, he foams at mouth; and, by and by,
Breaks out to savage madness. Look, he stirs:
Do you withdraw yourself a little while,
He will recover straight; when he is gone,
I would on great occasion speak with you.

[Exit Cassio. How is it, general? have you not hurt your head? Oth. Dost thou mock me?

lago. I mock you! no, by heaven: 'Would you would bear your fortunes like a man. Oth. Å horned man's a monster, and a beast. lago. There's many a beast then in a populous city, And many a civil monster.

Oth. Did he confess it?

Iago.

Good sir, be a man;

Think, every bearded fellow, that's but yok'd,

May draw with you: there's millions now alive,
That nightly lie in those unproper beds,

Which they dare swear peculiar; your case is better.、
O, 'tis the spite 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 she shall be. Oth. O, thou art wise; 'tis certain.

lago. Stand you awhile apart; Confine yourself but in a patient list.

Whilst you were here, ere while mad with your grief
(A passion most unsuiting such a man),
Cassio came hither: I shifted him away,
And laid good 'scuse upon your ecstasy;
Bade him anon return, and here speak with me;
The which he promis'd. Do but encave yourself,
And mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable scorns,
That dwell in every region of his face: