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Who having, by their own importunate suit
Hath he said any thing?
well assur’d, No more than he'll unswear. Oth.
What hath he said ? lago. 'Faith, that he did, -I know not what he
did. Oth. What? what? Jago. LieOth. With her? lago. 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!
• Conrinced or supplied them,] Dr. Farmer is of opinion that supplied has here the same meaning as supplicated. But Mr. Steevens says that Supplied is the old spelling of suppled, i. e. softened.
To confess, and be hanged - This is a proverbial saying.
without some instruction.] Othello alludes to Cassio's dream, which had been invented and told him by Iago. When many confused and very interesting ideas pour in upon the mind all at once, and with such rapidity that it has not time to shape or digest them, if it does not relieve itself by tears (which we know it often does, whether for joy or grief) it produces stupefaction and fainting.
Othello, in broken sentences and single words, all of which have a reference to the cause of his jealousy, shows, that all the proofs are present at once to his mind, which so over-powers it, that he falls into a trance, the natural consequence.
Sir J. REYNOLDS.
Noses, ears, and lips :-Is it possible?-Confess! Handkerchief!-0 devil! [Falls in a Trance.
Iago. 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!
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.
[Exit Cassio. How is it, general ? have you not hurt your
head? Oih. Dost thou mock me? Iago.
I mock you! no, by heaven: 'Would, you would bear your fortunes like a man.
Oth. A horned man's a monster, and a beast.
Iago. There's many a beast then in a populous city, And many a civil monster.
Oth. Did he confess it? lago.
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,
' — in those unproper beds,] Unproper, for common.
Which they dare swear peculiar; your case is better.
Oth. O, thou art wise; 'tis certain.
awhile apart; Confine yourself but in a patient list.” Whilst you were here, ere while mad with your
Dost thou hear, Iago?
That's not amiss; But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw?
[Othello withdraws. Now will I question Cassio of Bianca, A housewife, that, by selling her desires, Buys herself bread and clothes: it is a creature,
in a secure couch,] In a couch in which he is lulled into a false security and confidence in his wife's virtue.
list.] List, or lists, is barriers, bounds. Keep your temper, says Iago, within the bounds of patience.
encave yourself,) Hide yourself in a private place.
That dotes on Cassio,—as 'tis the strumpet's plague,
As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad;
you now, lieutenant? Cas. The worser, that you give me the addition, Whose want even kills ine.
Iago. Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure of't. Now, if this suit lay in Bianca's power,
[Speaking lower: How quickly should you speed? Cas.
caitiff! Oth. Look, how he laughs already! [ Aside. Iago. I never knew a woman love man so. Cas. Alas, poor rogue! I think i'faith, she loves
Oth. Now he denies it faintly, and laughs it out.
[ Aside. Iago. Do you hear, Cassio? Oth.
Now he importunes him To tell it o'er: Go to; well said, well said. [Aside. Iago. She gives it out, that you
her: Do Cas.
Ha, ha, ha! Oth. Do you triumph, Roman? do you triumph?
you intend it?
4 And his unbookish jealousy -] Unbookish, for ignorant.
Do you triumph, Roman? do you triumph?] Othello calls him Roman ironically. Triumph, which was a Roman ceremony, brought Roman into his thoughts. What (says he) you are now triumphing as great as a Roman? Johnson.
Cas. I marry her!—what? a customer ! I proythee, bear some charity to my wit; do not think it so unwholesome. Ha, ha, ha! Oth. So, so, so, so: They laugh that win.
[ Aside. Iago. 'Faith, the cry goes, that you marry
her. Cas. Pr’ythee, say true. Iago. I am a very villain else. Oth. Have you scored me? Well. [ Aside.
Cas. This is the monkey's own giving out: she is persuaded I will marry her, out of her own love and flattery, not out of my promise. Oth. Iago beckons me; now he begins the story.
[ Aside. Cas. She was here even now; she haunts me in every place. I was, the other day, talking on the sea-bank with certain Venetians; and thither comes this bauble; by this hand, she falls thus about my neck;
Oth. Crying, O dear Cassio! as it were: his gesture imports it.
[Aside. Cas. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me; so hales, and pulls me: ha, ha, ha!
Oth. Now he tells, how she plucked him to my chamber: 0, I see that nose of yours, but not that dog I shall throw it to.
[ Aside. Cas. Well, I must leave her company. lago. Before me! look, where she comes.
Enter BIANCA. Cas. 'Tis such another fitchew!% marry, a per
a customer!] A common woman, one that invites custom.
7 Hare you scored me?] Have you made my reckoning? have you settled the term of my life? The old quarto reads-stored me? Have you disposed of me? have you laid me up?
fitchew! A pole-cat.