And knows all qualities, with a learned spirit, Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others' uses. Yet 'tis the plague of great ones; 'Tis destiny unshunnable, like death: Even then this forked plague is fated to us Re-enter DESDEMONA and EMILIA. If she be false, O, then Heaven mocks itself! DES. 260 270 How now, my dear Othello! 280 Your dinner, and the generous islanders By you invited, do attend your presence. Отн. I am to blame. DES. Why do you speak so faintly? Are you not well? ACT III Sc. III Отн. I have a pain upon my forehead, here. DES. 'Faith, that's with watching; 'twill away again : Let me but bind it hard, within this hour It will be well. Отн. Your napkin is too little; [He puts the handkerchief from go Let it alone. Come, I'll 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. 290 ACT III This was her first remembrance from the Moor: To kiss and talk to. I'll have the work ta'en out, What he will do with it Heaven knows, not I; I nothing but to please his fantasy. Re-enter IAGO. IAGO. How now! what do you here alone? 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; IAGO. Hast stol'n it from her? EMIL. No, 'faith; she let it drop by negligence, And, to the advantage, I, being here, took 't up. IAGO. A good wench; give it me. 300 310 EMIL. What will you do with 't, that you have been so earnest To have me filch it? IAGO. Why, what's that to you? [snatching it. EMIL. If it be not for some purpose of import, Give 't me again: poor Lady, she'll run mad IAGO. Be not acknown on 't; I have use for it. Go, leave me. [Exit EMILIA. 321 I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin, As proofs of Holy Writ: this may do something. Burn like the mines of sulphur. I did say so: Re-enter ОTHELLO. Look, where he comes! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the World, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday. Отн. 331 Ha ha! false to me? IAGO. Why, how now, General! no more of that. Oтн. Avaunt! be gone! thou hast set me on the rack: I swear 'tis better to be much abus'd Than but to know 't a little. IAGO. How now, my Lord! I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips: He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stol'n, Let him not know 't, and he's not robb'd at all. IAGO. I am sorry to hear this. Oтн. I had been happy, if the general camp, Pioners and all, had tasted her sweet body, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! And, O you mortal Engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, IAGO. Is 't possible, my Lord? 340 350 ACT III Sc. III ACT III OTH. Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore, IAGO. Is 't come to this? That the probation bear no hinge nor loop To hang a doubt on; or woe upon thy life! IAGO. My noble Lord Отн. If thou dost slander her, and torture me, Never pray more; abandon all remorse; On horror's head horrors accumulate; Do deeds to make Heaven weep, all Earth amaz’d; Greater than that. IAGO. O Grace! O Heaven forgive me! Are you a man? have you a soul or sense? God be wi' you! take mine office. O wretched Fool, 360 370 O monstrous World! Take note, take note, O World, I thank you for this profit; and from hence I'll love no friend, sith love breeds such offence. Отн. Nay, stay: thou should'st be honest. IAGO. I should be wise; for honesty's a fool, And loses that it works for. Отн. By the World, I think my wife be honest, and think she is not; I'll not endure it. Would I were satisfied! IAGO. I see, Sir, you are eaten up with passion: You would be satisfied? Отн. Would! nay, I will. IAGO. And may; but how? how satisfied, my Lord? 380 390 Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on— Behold her tupp'd? Отн. Death and damnation! O! IAGO. 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? 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, So loose of soul, that in their sleeps will mutter Of their affairs: one of this kind is Cassio. In sleep I heard him say Sweet Desdemona, Let us be wary, let us hide our loves; 400 410 And then, Sir, would he gripe and wring my hand, 420 Cry O sweet Creature! and then kiss me hard, As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots That grew upon my lips: then laid his leg Over my thigh, and sigh'd, and kiss'd; and then Cried Cursed fate that gave thee to the Moor! ОTH. O monstrous! monstrous ! Nay, this was but his dream. IAGO. 'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream. IAGO. And this may help to thicken other proofs That do demonstrate thinly. Отн. I'll tear her all to pieces. ACT III |