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Des. Can any thing be made of this ?
Clo. I know not where he lodges; and for me to devise a lodging, and say—he lies here, or he lies there, were to lie in my own throat.
Des. Can you enquire him out, and be edified by report?
Clo. I will catechize the world for him; that is, make questions, and by them answer.
Des. Seek him, bid him come hither: tell him, I have moved my lord in his behalf, and hope, all will be well.
· Clo. To do this, is within the compass of man's wit; and therefore I will attempt the doing it.
[Exit. Des. Where should I lose that handkerchief,
Des. Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse
Is he not jealous?
Look, where he comes. Des. I will not leave him now, till Cassio Be calld to him.-How is't with you, my lord?
and by them answer.) i. e. and by them, when answered, form my own answer to you. The quaintness of the
is in character.
cruzadoes.] A Portuguese coin, in value three shillings sterling. So called from the cross stamped upon it.
Enter OTHELLO. Oth. Well, my good lady:-[ Aside.] O, hard
ness to dissemble! How do
Well, my good lord. Oth. Give me your hand: This hand is moist,
Des. It yet has felt no âge, nór known no sorrow.
Oth. This argues fruitfulness, and liberal heart;Hot, hot, and moist: This hand of yours requires A sequester from liberty, fasting and prayer, Much castigation, exercise devout;? For here's a young and sweating devil here, That commonly rebels. 'Tis a good hand, A frank one.
Des. You may, indeed, say só; For 'twas that hand that gave away my heart. Oth. A liberal hand: The hearts of old, gave
hands; But our new heraldry is hands, not hearts. Des. I cannot speak of this. Come now your
promise. Oth. What promise, chuck? Des. I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with
Here, my lord.
I have it not about me..
exercise devout ;] Exercise was the religious term.
salt and sullen rheum ---] Sullen, that is, a rheum abstinately troublesome.
That is a fault: That handkerchief Did an Egyptian to my mother give; She was a charmer, and could almost read The thoughts of people: she told her, while she
kept it, 'Twould make her amiable, and subdue my father Entirely to her love; but if she lost it, Or made a gift of it, my father's eye Should hold her loathly, and his spirits should hunt After new fancies: She, dying, gave it me; And bid me, when my fate would have me wive, To give it her. I did so: and take heed of't, Make it a darling like your precious eye; To lose or give't away, were such perdition, As nothing else could match. Des.
Is it possible? Oth. 'Tis true: there's magick in the web of it: A sibyl, that had number'd in the world The sun to make two hundred compasses, In her prophetick fury sew'd the work: The worms were hallow'd, that did breed the silk; And it was died in mummy,' which the skilful Consery'd of maidens' hearts. Des.
Indeed! is't true? Oth. Most veritable; therefore look to't well. Des. Then 'would to heaven, 'that I had never
seen it. Oth. Ha! wherefore? Des. Why do you speak so startingly and rash?!
And it was died in mummy, &c.]. The balsamick liquor running from mummies was formerly celebrated for its anti-epileptick virtues. We are now wise enough to know, that the qualities ascribed to it are all imaginary; and yet this fanciful medicine still holds a place in the principal shops where drugs are sold ; and it is still much coveted by painters, as a transparent brown colour that throws a warmth into their shadows. - rash?] is vehement, violent.
Oth. Is't lost? is't gone? speak, is it out of the
Fetch't, let me see it.
let Cassio be receiv'd again. Oih. Fetch me that handkerchief: my mind
Oth. The handkerchief,
I pray, talk me of Cassio.
A man that, all his time,
Away! Exit OTHELLO.
Is not this man jealous?
Emil. 'Tis not a year or two shows us a man:
Enter Iago and Cassio.
And, lo, the happiness! go, and importune her. Des. How now, good Cassio? what's the news
with you? Cas. Madam, my former suit: I do beseech you, That, by your virtuous means, I may again Exist, and be a member of his love, Whom I, with all the duty of my heart, Entirely honour; I would not be delay'd: If my offence be of such mortal kind, That neither service past, nor present sorrows; Nor purpos'd merit in futurity, Can ransome me into his love again, But to know so must be my benefit; So shall I clothe me in a forc'd content, And shut myself up in some other course, To fortune's alms.2 Des.
Alas! thrice-gentle Cassio,
He went hence but now, And, certainly, in strange unquietness.
lago. Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon,
. And shut myself up
in some other
course, To fortune's alms.) Being discarded from the military line, he purposes to confine or shut himself up, as he formerly had, within the limits of a new profession.
in favour,] In look, in countenance.