Reference: tt6r - Tragedies, p. 327
Scæna Quarta.
[Act 3, Scene 4]
Enter Desdemona, Æmilia, and Clown.
Des.
Clow.
Des.
Clo.
Des.
Clo.
Des.
Clo.
Des.
Clo.
Des.
Clo.
Exit Clo.
Des.
Æmil.
Des.
Beleeue me, I had rather haue lost my purse
Full of Cruzadoes. And but my Noble Moore
Is true of minde, and made of no such basenesse,
As iealious Creatures are, it were enough
To put him to ill‑thinking.
Æmil.
Is he not iealious?
Des.
Who, he? I thinke the Sun where he was borne,
Drew all such humors from him.
Æmil.
Looke where he comes.
Enter Othello.
Des.
I will not leaue him now, till
Call'd to him. How is't with you, my Lord?
Oth.
Well my good Lady. Oh hardnes to dissemble!
How do you,
Des.
Well, my good Lord.
Oth.
Giue me your hand.
This hand is moist, my Lady.
Des.
It hath felt no age, nor knowne no sorrow.
Oth.
This argues fruitfulnesse, and liberall heart:
Hot, hot, and moyst. This hand of yours requires
A sequester from Liberty: Fasting, and Prayer,
Much Castigation, Exercise deuout,
For heere's a yong, and sweating Diuell here
That commonly rebels: 'Tis a good hand,
A franke one.
Des.
You may (indeed) say so:
For 'twas that hand that gaue away my heart.
Oth.
A liberall hand. The hearts of old, gaue hands:
But our new Heraldry is hands, not hearts.
Des.
I cannot speake of this:
Come, now your promise.
Oth.
What promise, Chucke?
Des.
I haue sent to bid
Oth.
I haue a salt and sorry Rhewme offends me:
Lend me thy Handkerchiefe.
Des.
Heere my Lord.
Oth.
That which I gaue you.
Des.
I haue it not about me.
Oth.
Not?
Des.
No indeed, my Lord.
Oth.
That's a fault: That Handkerchiefe
Did an Ægyptian to my Mother giue:
She was a Charmer, and could almost read
The thoughts of people. She told her, while she kept it,
'T would make her Amiable, and subdue my Father
Intirely to her loue: But if she lost it,
Or made a Guift of it, my Fathers eye
Should hold her loathed, and his Spirits should hunt
After new Fancies. She dying, gaue it me,
And bid me (when my Fate would haue me Wiu'd)
To giue it her. I did so; and take heede on't,
Make it a Darling, like your precious eye:
To loose't, or giue't away, were such perdition,
As nothing else could match.
Des.
Is't possible?
Oth.
'Tis true: There's Magicke in the web of it:
A
The Sun to course, two hundred compasses,
In her Prophetticke furie sow'd the Worke:
The Wormes were hallowed, that did breede the Silke,
And it was dyde in Mummey, which the Skilfull
Conseru'd of Maidens hearts.
Des.
Indeed? Is't true?
Oth.
Most veritable, therefore looke too't well.
Des.
Then would to Heauen, that I had neuer seene't?
Oth.
Ha? wherefore?
Des.
Why do you speake so startingly, and rash?
Oth.
Is't lost? Is't gon? Speak, is't out o'th'way?
Des.
Blesse vs.
Oth.
Say you?
Des.
It is not lost: but what and if it were?
Oth.
How
?
Des.
I say it is not lost.
Oth.
Fetcht, let me see't.
Des.
Why so I can: but I will not now:
This is a tricke to put me from my suite,
Pray you let
Oth.
Fetch me the Handkerchiefe,
My minde mis‑giues.
Des.
Oth.
The Handkerchiefe.
Des.
A man that all his time
Hath founded his good Fortunes on your loue;
Shar'd dangers with you.
Oth.
The Handkerchiefe.
Des.
Insooth, you are too blame.
Oth.
Away.
Exit Othello.
Æmil.
Is not this man iealious?
Des.
I neu'r saw this before.
Sure, there's some wonder in this Handkerchiefe,
I am most vnhappy in the losse of it.
Æmil.
'Tis not a yeare or two shewes vs a man:
They are all but Stomackes, and we all but Food,
They eate vs hungerly, and when they are full
They belch vs.
Enter Iago, and Cassio.
Looke you,
Iago.
There is no other way: 'tis she must doo't:
And loe the happinesse: go, and importune her.
Des.
How now (good
you?
Cassio.
Madam, my former suite. I do beseech you,
That by your vertuous meanes, I may againe
Exist, and be a member of his loue,
Whom I, with all the Office of my heart
Intirely honour, I would not be delayd.
If my offence, be of such mortall kinde,
That nor my Seruice past, nor present Sorrowes,
Nor purpos'd merit in futurity,
Can ransome me into his loue againe,
But to know so, must be my benefit:
So shall I cloath me in a forc'd content,
And shut my selfe vp in some other course
To Fortunes Almes.
Des.
Alas (thrice‑gentle
My Aduocation is not now in Tune;
My Lord, is not my Lord; nor should I know him,
Were he in Fauour, as in Humour alter'd.
So helpe me euery spirit sanctified,
As I haue spoken for you all my best,
And stood within the blanke of his displeasure
For my free speech. You must awhile be patient:
What I can do, I will: and more I will
Then for my selfe, I dare. Let that suffice you.
Iago.
Is my Lord angry?
Æmil.
He went hence but now:
And certainly in strange vnquietnesse.
Iago.
Can he be angry? I haue seen the Cannon
When it hath blowne his Rankes into the Ayre,
And like the Diuell from his very Arme
Puff't his owne Brother: And is he angry?
Something of moment then: I will go meet him,
There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry.
Exit.
Des.
I prythee do so. Something sure of State,
Either from Venice, or some vnhatch'd practise
Made demonstrable heere in Cyprus, to him,
Hath pudled his cleare Spirit: and in such cases,
Mens Natures wrangle with inferiour things,
Though great ones are their obiect. 'Tis euen so.
For let our finger ake, and it endues
Our other healthfull members, euen to a sense
Of paine. Nay, we must thinke men are not Gods,
Nor of them looke for such obseruancie
As fits the Bridall. Beshrew me much,
I was (vnhandsome Warrior, as I am)
Arraigning his vnkindnesse with my soule:
But now I finde, I had suborn'd the Witnesse,
And he's Indited falsely.
Æmil.
Pray heauen it bee
State matters, as you thinke, and no Conception,
Nor no Iealious Toy, concerning you.
Des.
Alas the day, I neuer gaue him cause.
Æmil.
But Iealious soules will not be answer'd so;
They are not euer iealious for the cause,
But iealious, for they're iealious. It is a Monster
Begot vpon it selfe, borne on it selfe.
Des.
Heauen keepe the Monster from
Æmil.
Lady, Amen.
Des.
I will go seeke him.
If I doe finde him fit, Ile moue your suite,
And seeke to effect it to my vttermost.
Exit
Cas.
I humbly thanke your Ladyship.
Enter Bianca.
Bian.
'Saue you (Friend
Cassio.
What make you from home?
How is't with you, my most faire
Indeed (sweet Loue) I was comming to your house.
Bian.
And I was going to your Lodging,
What? keepe a weeke away? Seuen dayes, and Nights?
Eight score eight houres? And Louers absent howres
More tedious then the Diall, eight score times?
Oh weary reck'ning.
Cassio.
Pardon me,
I haue this while with leaden thoughts beene prest,
But I shall in a more continuate time
Strike off this score of absence. Sweet
Take me this worke out.
Bianca.
Oh
This is some Token from a newer Friend,
To the felt‑Absence: now I feele a Cause:
Is't come to this? Well, well.
Cassio.
Go too, woman:
Throw your vilde gesses in the Diuels teeth,
From whence you haue them. You are iealious now,
That this is from some Mistris, some remembrance;
No, in good troth
Bian.
Why, who's is it?
Cassio.
I know not neither:
I found it in my Chamber,
I like the worke well; Ere it be demanded
(As like enough it will) I would haue it coppied:
Take it, and doo't, and leaue me for this time.
Bian.
Leaue you? Wherefore?
Cassio.
I do attend heere on the Generall,
And thinke it no addition, nor my wish
To haue him see me woman'd.
Bian.
Why, I
ptay
pray
you?
Cassio.
Not that I loue you not.
Bian.
But that you do not loue me.
I pray you bring me on the way a little,
And say, if I shall see you soone at night?
Cassio.
'Tis but a little way that I can bring you,
For I attend heere: But Ile see you soone.
Bian.
'Tis very good: I must be circumstanc'd.
Exeunt omnes.
Do you know Sirrah, where Lieutenant
Cassio
lyes?
[2090]
I dare not say he lies any where.
Why man?
He's a Soldier, and for me to say a Souldier lyes,
'tis stabbing.
Go too: where lodges he?
[2095]
To tell you where he lodges, is to tel you where
I lye.
Can any thing be made of this?
I know not where he lodges, and for mee to de
uise a lodging, and say he lies heere, or he lies there, were
[2100]
to lye in mine owne throat.
Can you enquire him out? and be edified by re
port?
I will Catechize the world for him, that is, make
Questions, and by them answer.
[2105]
Seeke him, bidde him come hither: tell him, I
haue moou'd my Lord on his behalfe, and hope all will
be well.
To do this, is within the compasse of mans Wit,
and therefore I will attempt the doing it.
[2110]
Where should I loose the Handkerchiefe,
Æ
milia
?
I know not Madam.
[2115]
[2120]
Cassiobe
[2125]
Desdemona?
[2130]
[2135]
[2140]
Cassiocome speake with you.
[2145]
[2150]
[2155]
[2160]
[2165]
Sybillthat had numbred in the world
[2170]
[2175]
[2180]
[2185]
Cassiobe receiu'd againe.
[2190]
Come, come: you'l neuer meete a more suffici
ent man.
[2195]
[2200]
[2205]
Cassioand my Husband.
[2210]
Cassio) what's the newes with
you?
[2215]
[2220]
[2225]
Cassio)
[2230]
[2235]
[2240]
[2245]
[2250]
Æmilia,
[2255]
[2260]
[2265]
Othello'smind.
Cassio, walke heere about:
[2270]
Cassio.)
[2275]
Bianca?
Cassio.
[2280]
Bianca:
[2285]
Bianca
Cassio, whence came this?
[2290]
[2295]
Bianca.
[2300]
[2305]
[2310]
<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?>
<div type="scene" n="4">
<head rend="italic center">Scæna Quarta.</head>
<head type="supplied">[Act 3, Scene 4]</head>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Desdemona, Æmilia, and Clown.</stage>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<p n="2088">Do you know Sirrah, where Lieutenant<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>
<lb n="2089"/>lyes?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-clo">
<speaker rend="italic">Clow.</speaker>
<p n="2090">I dare not say he lies any where.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<p n="2091">Why man?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-clo">
<speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
<p n="2092">He's a Soldier, and for me to say a Souldier lyes,
<lb n="2093"/>'tis stabbing.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<p n="2094">Go too: where lodges he?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-clo">
<speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
<p n="2095">To tell you where he lodges, is to tel you where
<lb n="2096"/>I lye.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<p n="2097">Can any thing be made of this?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-clo">
<speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
<p n="2098">I know not where he lodges, and for mee to de
<lb n="2099"/>uise a lodging, and say he lies heere, or he lies there, were
<lb n="2100"/>to lye in mine owne throat.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<p n="2101">Can you enquire him out? and be edified by re
<lb n="2102"/>port?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-clo">
<speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
<p n="2103">I will Catechize the world for him, that is, make
<lb n="2104"/>Questions, and by them answer.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<p n="2105">Seeke him, bidde him come hither: tell him, I
<lb n="2106"/>haue moou'd my Lord on his behalfe, and hope all will
<lb n="2107"/>be well.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-clo">
<speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
<p n="2108">To do this, is within the compasse of mans Wit,
<lb n="2109"/>and therefore I will attempt the doing it.</p>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Clo.</stage>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<p n="2110">Where should I loose the Handkerchiefe,<hi rend="italic">Æ
<lb n="2111"/>milia</hi>?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-emi">
<speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
<p n="2112">I know not Madam.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<l n="2113">Beleeue me, I had rather haue lost my purse</l>
<l n="2114">Full of Cruzadoes. And but my Noble Moore</l>
<l n="2115">Is true of minde, and made of no such basenesse,</l>
<l n="2116">As iealious Creatures are, it were enough</l>
<l n="2117">To put him to ill‑thinking.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-emi">
<speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
<l n="2118">Is he not iealious?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<l n="2119">Who, he? I thinke the Sun where he was borne,</l>
<l n="2120">Drew all such humors from him.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-emi">
<speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
<l n="2121">Looke where he comes.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Othello.</stage>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<l n="2122">I will not leaue him now, till<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>be</l>
<l n="2123">Call'd to him. How is't with you, my Lord?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-oth">
<speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
<l n="2124">Well my good Lady. Oh hardnes to dissemble!</l>
<l n="2125">How do you,<hi rend="italic">Desdemona</hi>?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<l n="2126">Well, my good Lord.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-oth">
<speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
<l n="2127">Giue me your hand.</l>
<l n="2128">This hand is moist, my Lady.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<l n="2129">It hath felt no age, nor knowne no sorrow.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-oth">
<speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
<l n="2130">This argues fruitfulnesse, and liberall heart:</l>
<l n="2131">Hot, hot, and moyst. This hand of yours requires</l>
<l n="2132">A sequester from Liberty: Fasting, and Prayer,</l>
<l n="2133">Much Castigation, Exercise deuout,</l>
<l n="2134">For heere's a yong, and sweating Diuell here</l>
<l n="2135">That commonly rebels: 'Tis a good hand,</l>
<l n="2136">A franke one.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<l n="2137">You may (indeed) say so:</l>
<l n="2138">For 'twas that hand that gaue away my heart.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-oth">
<speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
<l n="2139">A liberall hand. The hearts of old, gaue hands:</l>
<l n="2140">But our new Heraldry is hands, not hearts.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<l n="2141">I cannot speake of this:</l>
<l n="2142">Come, now your promise.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-oth">
<speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
<l n="2143">What promise, Chucke?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<l n="2144">I haue sent to bid<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>come speake with you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-oth">
<speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
<l n="2145">I haue a salt and sorry Rhewme offends me:</l>
<l n="2146">Lend me thy Handkerchiefe.</l>
</sp>
<cb n="2"/>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<l n="2147">Heere my Lord.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-oth">
<speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
<l n="2148">That which I gaue you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<l n="2149">I haue it not about me.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-oth">
<speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
<l n="2150">Not?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<l n="2151">No indeed, my Lord.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-oth">
<speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
<l n="2152">That's a fault: That Handkerchiefe</l>
<l n="2153">Did an Ægyptian to my Mother giue:</l>
<l n="2154">She was a Charmer, and could almost read</l>
<l n="2155">The thoughts of people. She told her, while she kept it,</l>
<l n="2156">'T would make her Amiable, and subdue my Father</l>
<l n="2157">Intirely to her loue: But if she lost it,</l>
<l n="2158">Or made a Guift of it, my Fathers eye</l>
<l n="2159">Should hold her loathed, and his Spirits should hunt</l>
<l n="2160">After new Fancies. She dying, gaue it me,</l>
<l n="2161">And bid me (when my Fate would haue me Wiu'd)</l>
<l n="2162">To giue it her. I did so; and take heede on't,</l>
<l n="2163">Make it a Darling, like your precious eye:</l>
<l n="2164">To loose't, or giue't away, were such perdition,</l>
<l n="2165">As nothing else could match.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<l n="2166">Is't possible?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-oth">
<speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
<l n="2167">'Tis true: There's Magicke in the web of it:</l>
<l n="2168">A<hi rend="italic">Sybill</hi>that had numbred in the world</l>
<l n="2169">The Sun to course, two hundred compasses,</l>
<l n="2170">In her Prophetticke furie sow'd the Worke:</l>
<l n="2171">The Wormes were hallowed, that did breede the Silke,</l>
<l n="2172">And it was dyde in Mummey, which the Skilfull</l>
<l n="2173">Conseru'd of Maidens hearts.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<l n="2174">Indeed? Is't true?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-oth">
<speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
<l n="2175">Most veritable, therefore looke too't well.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<l n="2176">Then would to Heauen, that I had neuer seene't?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-oth">
<speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
<l n="2177">Ha? wherefore?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<l n="2178">Why do you speake so startingly, and rash?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-oth">
<speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
<l n="2179">Is't lost? Is't gon? Speak, is't out o'th'way?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<l n="2180">Blesse vs.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-oth">
<speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
<l n="2181">Say you?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<l n="2182">It is not lost: but what and if it were?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-oth">
<speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
<l n="2183">How<c rend="italic">?</c>
</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<l n="2184">I say it is not lost.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-oth">
<speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
<l n="2185">Fetcht, let me see't.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<l n="2186">Why so I can: but I will not now:</l>
<l n="2187">This is a tricke to put me from my suite,</l>
<l n="2188">Pray you let<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>be receiu'd againe.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-oth">
<speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
<l n="2189">Fetch me the Handkerchiefe,</l>
<l n="2190">My minde mis‑giues.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<p n="2191">Come, come: you'l neuer meete a more suffici
<lb n="2192"/>ent man.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-oth">
<speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
<l n="2193">The Handkerchiefe.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<l n="2194">A man that all his time</l>
<l n="2195">Hath founded his good Fortunes on your loue;</l>
<l n="2196">Shar'd dangers with you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-oth">
<speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
<l n="2197">The Handkerchiefe.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<l n="2198">Insooth, you are too blame.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-oth">
<speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
<l n="2199">Away.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Othello.</stage>
<sp who="#F-oth-emi">
<speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
<l n="2200">Is not this man iealious?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<l n="2201">I neu'r saw this before.</l>
<l n="2202">Sure, there's some wonder in this Handkerchiefe,</l>
<l n="2203">I am most vnhappy in the losse of it.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-emi">
<speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
<l n="2204">'Tis not a yeare or two shewes vs a man:</l>
<l n="2205">They are all but Stomackes, and we all but Food,</l>
<l n="2206">They eate vs hungerly, and when they are full</l>
<l n="2207">They belch vs.</l>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Iago, and Cassio.</stage>
<l n="2208">Looke you,<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>and my Husband.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-iag">
<speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
<l n="2209">There is no other way: 'tis she must doo't:</l>
<l n="2210">And loe the happinesse: go, and importune her.</l>
</sp>
<pb facs="FFimg:axc0838-0.jpg" n="328"/>
<cb n="1"/>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<l n="2211">How now (good<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>) what's the newes with
<lb/>you?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-cas">
<speaker rend="italic">Cassio.</speaker>
<l n="2212">Madam, my former suite. I do beseech you,</l>
<l n="2213">That by your vertuous meanes, I may againe</l>
<l n="2214">Exist, and be a member of his loue,</l>
<l n="2215">Whom I, with all the Office of my heart</l>
<l n="2216">Intirely honour, I would not be delayd.</l>
<l n="2217">If my offence, be of such mortall kinde,</l>
<l n="2218">That nor my Seruice past, nor present Sorrowes,</l>
<l n="2219">Nor purpos'd merit in futurity,</l>
<l n="2220">Can ransome me into his loue againe,</l>
<l n="2221">But to know so, must be my benefit:</l>
<l n="2222">So shall I cloath me in a forc'd content,</l>
<l n="2223">And shut my selfe vp in some other course</l>
<l n="2224">To Fortunes Almes.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<l n="2225">Alas (thrice‑gentle<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>)</l>
<l n="2226">My Aduocation is not now in Tune;</l>
<l n="2227">My Lord, is not my Lord; nor should I know him,</l>
<l n="2228">Were he in Fauour, as in Humour alter'd.</l>
<l n="2229">So helpe me euery spirit sanctified,</l>
<l n="2230">As I haue spoken for you all my best,</l>
<l n="2231">And stood within the blanke of his displeasure</l>
<l n="2232">For my free speech. You must awhile be patient:</l>
<l n="2233">What I can do, I will: and more I will</l>
<l n="2234">Then for my selfe, I dare. Let that suffice you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-iag">
<speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
<l n="2235">Is my Lord angry?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-emi">
<speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
<l n="2236">He went hence but now:</l>
<l n="2237">And certainly in strange vnquietnesse.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-iag">
<speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
<l n="2238">Can he be angry? I haue seen the Cannon</l>
<l n="2239">When it hath blowne his Rankes into the Ayre,</l>
<l n="2240">And like the Diuell from his very Arme</l>
<l n="2241">Puff't his owne Brother: And is he angry?</l>
<l n="2242">Something of moment then: I will go meet him,</l>
<l n="2243">There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<l n="2244">I prythee do so. Something sure of State,</l>
<l n="2245">Either from Venice, or some vnhatch'd practise</l>
<l n="2246">Made demonstrable heere in Cyprus, to him,</l>
<l n="2247">Hath pudled his cleare Spirit: and in such cases,</l>
<l n="2248">Mens Natures wrangle with inferiour things,</l>
<l n="2249">Though great ones are their obiect. 'Tis euen so.</l>
<l n="2250">For let our finger ake, and it endues</l>
<l n="2251">Our other healthfull members, euen to a sense</l>
<l n="2252">Of paine. Nay, we must thinke men are not Gods,</l>
<l n="2253">Nor of them looke for such obseruancie</l>
<l n="2254">As fits the Bridall. Beshrew me much,<hi rend="italic">Æmilia</hi>,</l>
<l n="2255">I was (vnhandsome Warrior, as I am)</l>
<l n="2256">Arraigning his vnkindnesse with my soule:</l>
<l n="2257">But now I finde, I had suborn'd the Witnesse,</l>
<l n="2258">And he's Indited falsely.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-emi">
<speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
<l n="2259">Pray heauen it bee</l>
<l n="2260">State matters, as you thinke, and no Conception,</l>
<l n="2261">Nor no Iealious Toy, concerning you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<l n="2262">Alas the day, I neuer gaue him cause.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-emi">
<speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
<l n="2263">But Iealious soules will not be answer'd so;</l>
<l n="2264">They are not euer iealious for the cause,</l>
<l n="2265">But iealious, for they're iealious. It is a Monster</l>
<l n="2266">Begot vpon it selfe, borne on it selfe.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<l n="2267">Heauen keepe the Monster from<hi rend="italic">Othello's</hi>mind.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-emi">
<speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
<l n="2268">Lady, Amen.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-des">
<speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
<l n="2269">I will go seeke him.<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>, walke heere about:</l>
<l n="2270">If I doe finde him fit, Ile moue your suite,</l>
<l n="2271">And seeke to effect it to my vttermost.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit</stage>
<sp who="#F-oth-cas">
<speaker rend="italic">Cas.</speaker>
<l n="2272">I humbly thanke your Ladyship.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Bianca.</stage>
<sp who="#F-oth-bia">
<speaker rend="italic">Bian.</speaker>
<l n="2273">'Saue you (Friend<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>.)</l>
</sp>
<cb n="2"/>
<sp who="#F-oth-cas">
<speaker rend="italic">Cassio.</speaker>
<l n="2274">What make you from home?</l>
<l n="2275">How is't with you, my most faire<hi rend="italic">Bianca</hi>?</l>
<l n="2276">Indeed (sweet Loue) I was comming to your house.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-bia">
<speaker rend="italic">Bian.</speaker>
<l n="2277">And I was going to your Lodging,<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>.</l>
<l n="2278">What? keepe a weeke away? Seuen dayes, and Nights?</l>
<l n="2279">Eight score eight houres? And Louers absent howres</l>
<l n="2280">More tedious then the Diall, eight score times?</l>
<l n="2281">Oh weary reck'ning.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-cas">
<speaker rend="italic">Cassio.</speaker>
<l n="2282">Pardon me,<hi rend="italic">Bianca</hi>:</l>
<l n="2283">I haue this while with leaden thoughts beene prest,</l>
<l n="2284">But I shall in a more continuate time</l>
<l n="2285">Strike off this score of absence. Sweet<hi rend="italic">Bianca</hi>
</l>
<l n="2286">Take me this worke out.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-bia">
<speaker rend="italic">Bianca.</speaker>
<l n="2287">Oh<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>, whence came this?</l>
<l n="2288">This is some Token from a newer Friend,</l>
<l n="2289">To the felt‑Absence: now I feele a Cause:</l>
<l n="2290">Is't come to this? Well, well.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-cas">
<speaker rend="italic">Cassio.</speaker>
<l n="2291">Go too, woman:</l>
<l n="2292">Throw your vilde gesses in the Diuels teeth,</l>
<l n="2293">From whence you haue them. You are iealious now,</l>
<l n="2294">That this is from some Mistris, some remembrance;</l>
<l n="2295">No, in good troth<hi rend="italic">Bianca</hi>.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-bia">
<speaker rend="italic">Bian.</speaker>
<l n="2296">Why, who's is it?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-cas">
<speaker rend="italic">Cassio.</speaker>
<l n="2297">I know not neither:</l>
<l n="2298">I found it in my Chamber,</l>
<l n="2299">I like the worke well; Ere it be demanded</l>
<l n="2300">(As like enough it will) I would haue it coppied:</l>
<l n="2301">Take it, and doo't, and leaue me for this time.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-bia">
<speaker rend="italic">Bian.</speaker>
<l n="2302">Leaue you? Wherefore?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-cas">
<speaker rend="italic">Cassio.</speaker>
<l n="2303">I do attend heere on the Generall,</l>
<l n="2304">And thinke it no addition, nor my wish</l>
<l n="2305">To haue him see me woman'd.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-bia">
<speaker rend="italic">Bian.</speaker>
<l n="2306">Why, I<choice>
<orig>ptay</orig>
<corr>pray</corr>
</choice>you?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-cas">
<speaker rend="italic">Cassio.</speaker>
<l n="2307">Not that I loue you not.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-bia">
<speaker rend="italic">Bian.</speaker>
<l n="2308">But that you do not loue me.</l>
<l n="2309">I pray you bring me on the way a little,</l>
<l n="2310">And say, if I shall see you soone at night?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-cas">
<speaker rend="italic">Cassio.</speaker>
<l n="2311">'Tis but a little way that I can bring you,</l>
<l n="2312">For I attend heere: But Ile see you soone.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-oth-bia">
<speaker rend="italic">Bian.</speaker>
<l n="2313">'Tis very good: I must be circumstanc'd.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt omnes.</stage>
</div>