ACT III IAGO. Nay, but be wise: yet we see nothing done; (I am sure it was your wife's) did I to-day If it be that— Отн. It speaks against her with the other proofs. Arise, black Vengeance, from the hollow Hell! Yield up, O Love, thy crown and hearted throne To tyrannous Hate! fraught, For 'tis of aspics' tongues! IAGO. OTн. O, blood, blood, blood! 431 440 Swell, Bosom, with thy Yet be content. IAGO. Patience, I say; your mind perhaps may change. Whose icy current and compulsive course Swallow them up. Now, by yond marble Heaven, I here engage my words. IAGO. 450 [kneels. 462 Witness, you ever-burning Lights above, The execution of his wit, hands, heart, To wrong'd Othello's service! Let him command, Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounteous, Within these three days let me hear thee say That Cassio's not alive. IAGO. My friend is dead; 'tis done at your request : Отн. 470 Damn her, lewd Minx! O, damn her! Come, go with me apart; I will withdraw, To furnish me with some swift means of death For the fair Devil. Now art thou my Lieutenant. IAGO. I am your own for ever. [exeunt. SCENE IV. The Same. Before the Castle. Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, and Clown. DES. Do you know, sirrah, where Lieutenant Cassio lies? DES. Why, Man? CLO. He's a soldier; and for one to say a soldier lies, is stabbing. DES. Go to: where lodges he? CLO. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you where DES. Can any thing be made of this? 9 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 mine own throat. DES. Can you inquire him out, and be edified by report? DES. Seek him, bid him come hither: tell him I have 1 i.e. obedience shall take the place of pity and mercy in me. 20 ACT III DES. Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse Sc. IV Is true of mind, and made of no such baseness To put him to ill thinking. EMIL. Is he not jealous? DES. Who, he? I think the Sun where he was born Drew all such humours from him. EMIL. Look, where he comes. Enter OTHELLO. DES. I will not leave him now till Cassio Be call'd to him. How is 't with you, my Lord ? 30 OTн. Well, my good Lady. dissemble ! How do you, Desdemona ? OTн. Give me your hand. [aside.] O, hardness to Well, my good Lord. This hand is moist, my DES. It yet hath felt no age nor known no sorrow. Hot, hot, and moist! this hand of your's requires DES. You may, indeed, say so; ОTH. A liberal hand: the hearts of old gave hands; But our new heraldry is hands, not hearts. 40 DES. I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you. Отн. I have a salt and sorry rheum offends me; DES. No, indeed, my Lord. Отн. 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 loathed, and his spirits should hunt And bid me, when my fate would have me wive, DES. Is 't possible? OTH. 'Tis true: there's magic in the web of it: A Sibyl, that had number'd in the World The Sun to course two hundred compasses, In her prophetic fury sew'd the work ; The worms were hallow'd that did breed the silk; Conserv'd of maidens' hearts. DES. Indeed! is 't true? Отн. Most veritable; therefore look to 't well. DES. Then would to God that I had never seen 't! Отн. Ha! wherefore? DES. Why do you speak so startingly and rash? 60 70 OTH. Is 't lost? is 't gone? speak, is it out o' the way? 80 DES. Why, so I can, Sir, but I will not now. This is a trick to put me from my suit: Pray you, let Cassio be receiv'd again. Отн. Fetch me the handkerchief: my mind misgives. ACT III ACT III DES. Come, come; You'll never meet a more sufficient man. Sc. IV ОTн. The handkerchief! I pray, talk me of Cassio. 90 Отн. The handkerchief! DES. A man that all his time Hath founded his good fortunes on your love, Shar'd dangers with you— Отн. The handkerchief! DES. In sooth, you are to blame. OTH. Away! EMIL. Is not this man jealous? DES. I ne'er saw this before. Sure, there's some wonder in this handkerchief: I am most unhappy in the loss of it. EMIL. "Tis not a year or two shews us a man: [exit. They are all but stomachs, and we all but food; Enter CASSIO and IAGO. 100 IAGO. There is no other way; 'tis she must do't: Exist, and be a member of his love If my offence be of such mortal kind That nor my service past, nor present sorrows, Can ransom 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, DES. Alas, thrice-gentle Cassio! My advocation is not now in tune; My Lord is not my Lord; nor should I know him, IIO 120 |