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Repair there to me.
Iago. Well, my good lord, I'll dot.
Oth. This fortification, gentlemen,-shall we see’t?
Gent. We'll wait upon your lordship. [Ereunt.
Before the Castle.
Enter DES DEMON A, CAss Io, and EMILIA.
Des. Be thou assur'd, good Cassio, I will do All my abilities in thy behalf.
Emil. Good madam, do; I know it grieves my
As if the case were his.
Des. O, that's an honest fellow.—Do not doubt,
But I will have my lord and you again
As friendly as you were.
Cas. Bounteous madam,
Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio,
He's never any thing but your true servant.
Des. O, sir, I thank you: You do love my lord:
You have known him long; and be you well assur'd,
He shall in strangeness stand no further off
Than in a politick distance.
Cas. Ay, but, lady,
That policy may either last so long,
Or feed upon such nice and waterish diet,
Or breed itself so out of circumstance,
That, I being absent, and my place supplied,
My general will forget my love and service.
Des. Do not doubt that; before Emilia here, I give thee warrant of thy place: assure thee, If I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it To the last article: my lord shall never rest; I'll watch him tame," and talk him out of patience; His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift; I’ll intermingle every thing he does With Cassio's suit: Therefore be merry, Cassio; For thy solicitor shall rather die, Than give thy cause away.
Enter OT H E L Lo, and IAGo, at a distance.
Emil. Madam, here comes My lord.
Cas. Madam, I'll take my leave. Des. Why, stay,
And hear me speak.
Cas. Madam, not now ; I am very ill at ease,
Unfit for mine own purposes. -
Des. Well, well, Do your discretion. [Evit CAssio. Iago. Ha! I like not that.
Oth. What dost thou say :
Iago. Nothing, my lord: or if—I know not what.
Oth. Was not that Cassio, parted from my wife?
Iago. Cassio, my lord? No, sure, I cannot think it, That he would steal away so guilty-like, Seeing you coming.
Oth. I do believe 'twas he.
Des. How now, my lord?
* Hawks are tamed by keeping them from sleep,
- 7 Knowledge.
I have been talking with a suitor here,
A man that languishes in your displeasure.
Oth. Who is't, you mean?
Des. Why, your lieutenant Cassio. Good my lord,
If I have any grace, or power to move you,
His present reconciliation take;
For, if he be not one that truly loves you,
That errs in ignorance, and not in cunning,7-
I have no judgment in an honest face:
I pr’ythee, call him back. -
Oth. - Went he hence now 2
Des. Ay, sooth; so humbled,
That he hath left part of his grief with me;
I suffer with him. Good love, call him back.
Oth. Not now, sweet Desdemona; some other
Des. But shall't be shortly
Oth. The sooner, sweet, for you.
Des. Shall't be to-night at supper ?
Oth. No, not to-night.
Des. To-morrow dinner then 2
Oth. I shall not dine at home;
I meet the captains at the citadel.
Des. Why then, to-morrow night; or Tuesday
Or Tuesday noon, or night; or Wednesday morn;–
I pray thee, name the time; but let it not
Exceed three days: in faith, he's penitent;
And yet his trespass, in our common reason,
(Save that, they say, the wars must make examples
Out of their best,”) is not almost a fault
To incur a private check: When shall he come?
Tell me, Othello. I wonder in my soul,
What you could ask me, that I should deny,
Or stand so mammering” on. What! Michael Cassio,
That came a wooing with you; and many a time,
When I have spoke of you dispraisingly,
Hath ta'en your part; to have so much to do
To bring him in Trust me, I could do much,-
Oth. Pr'ythee, no more: let him come when he
I will deny thee nothing.
Des. Why, this is not a boon;
'Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves,
Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm;
Or sue to you to do peculiar profit
To your own person: Nay, when I have a suit,
Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed,
It shall be full of poize' and difficulty,
And fearful to be granted.
Oth. I will deny thee nothing:
Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this,
To leave me but a little to myself.
Des. Shall I deny you? no: Farewell, my lord.
Oth. Farewell, my Desdemona: I will come to
Des. Emilia, come:—Be it as your fancies teach
Whate'er you be, I am obedient.
[Erit, with EMILIA.
Oth. Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,
But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.
Iago. My noble lord, ~
Oth. What dost thou say, Iago?
Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my
Know of your love 2
Oth. He did, from first to last: Why dost thou
Iago. But for a satisfaction of my thought;
No further harm. -
Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago? Iago. I did not think, he had been acquainted with her.
Oth. O, yes; and went between us very oft.
Iago. Indeed 2
Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed:—Discern'st thou aught
in that ? Is he not honest? Iago, Honest, my lord? Oth. Ay, honest.
Iago. My lord, for aught I know.
Oth. What dost thou think 2
Iago. Think, my lord?
Oth. Think, my lord! By heaven, he echoes me, As if there were some monster in his thought Too hideous to be shown.—Thou dost mean some
I heard thee say but now, Thou lik'dst not that, When Cassio left my wife; What did'st not like? And, when I told thee—he was of my counsel
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