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No. XXXVI. OTHELLO."
Act III. SCENE III. An Apartment in the Palace.
Enter Desdemona, Cassio, and Æmilia.
Be thou aftur'd, good Eatio, I will do
All my abilities in thy behalf
Æmil. Good Madam, do. I know it grieves my husband As if the capse were his..
Def. Oh, that's an honest fellow. Doubt not, Caffio,
But I will have my Lord and you again
As friendly as you were.
Caf. Most bounteous Madam,
Whatever shall become of Michael Casio,
He's never any thing bạt your true fervant.
Def. I know't; I thank you. You do love my Lords
You' e known him long; and, be you well affur'd,
He fall in frangenefs stand no farther off
Than in a politic distance.
Caf. Ay, but, lady,
That policy may either laft so long,
upon such nice and waterish dict,
Or breed itself so out of circumstances,
That I being abfent, and my place fupplied,
My General will forget my love and service.
Dej. Do not doubt that before Æmilia here,
I give thee warrant of thy place. Assure thee,
If I do vow a friendship, Pll perform it
To the last article. My Lord fhall never reft ;
I'll watch him tame, and talk him out of patience ;
His bed shall seem a school, his board a fhrift;
I'll intermingle every thing he does
With Caffio's suit: therefore be merry, Caffio;
For thy solicitor shall rather die
Than give thy cause away.
Enter Othello and Iago, 'at distance.
Æmil. Madam, here comes my Lord.
Caf. Madam, I'll take my leave.
Des. Why, stay, and hear me speak.
Caf. Madam, not 'now. I am very
ill at ease,
Unfit for mine own purpofes.
Def. Well, do
Iago. Hah! I like not that
Oth. What dost thou say?
Iago. Nothing, my Lord; or if I know nof what.
Oth. Was not that Casio parted from my wife ?
lago. Casio, my Lord ? No, sure, I cannot think it, That he would steal away fo guilty-like, Seeing you coming.
Otb. I believe 'twas he.
Def. How now, my Lord ?"
I have been talking with a suitor here;
A man that languishes in your displeasure.
Oth. Who is't you mean?
Def. Why, your lieutenant Caffio. 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,
I have no judgment in an honest face.
I pr’ythee call him back.
Otb. Went he hence now?
Def. Ay, sooth, so humbled,
That he hath left part of his grief with me,
To suffer with him. Good love, call hir: back.
Qth Not now, sweet Desdemona ; some other time.
Def, Bat shall 't be shortly?
Oíh. The sooner, sweet, for you.
Def. Shall 't be to-night at supper?
Orb. Not to-night.
Def. To-morrow dinner then?
Oih. I shall not dine at home ;
I meet the Captains at the Citadel.
Def. Why then to-morrow night, or Tuesday morn,
Or Tuesday noon, or night, or Wednesday morn?
I prythee, 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 lay, the wars must make examples
Out of their beft, is not almost a fault
To incur a private check. When shall he come ?
Tell me, Othello. I wonder in my foul,
What you could ask me, that I would deny,
Or ftand fo mammering on? What! Michael Cafie,
That came a wooing with you, and many a time,
When I have spoke of you dispraifingly,
Hath ta’en your partto have so much to do
To bring him in? Trust me I could do much
Orb. Pr'ythee, no more. Let him come when he will, I will deny thee nothing.
Def. Why, this is not a boon.
'Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves,
Or feed on nourishing meats, or keep you warm ;
Or lue to you, to do peculiar profit
To your own person. Nay, when I have fuit,
Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed,
It shall be full of poife 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.
Def. Shall I deny you? No. Farewel, my Lord, Oib. Farewel, my Desdemona; I'll come straight. Def. Æmilia, come. Be as your fancies teach you : Whate'er you be, I am obedient.
Oth. Excellent wretch !- Perdition catch my soul,
But I do love thee; and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.
lago. My noble Lord
Otb. What doft thou say, lago?
lago. Did Michael Casio, when you woo'd my lady, Know of your love?
Orb. He did, from first to last. Why doft thou ak ?
lago. But for a fatisfaétion of my thought; No farther harm.
Orb. Why of thy thought, lago?? lago, I did not think he had been acquainted with it. Oib. Oh, yes, and went between us very oft. lago. Indeed!
Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed. Discern't thou aught in that? Is he not honet? lago. Honeft, my Lord ! Oth. Honest ! ay honeft. Iago. My Lord, for aught I know. Oth. What doft thou think? lago. Think, my Lord !
Oth. Think, my Lord! Why doft thou echo me;
As if there were some monster in thy thought,
Too hideous to be shewn? Thou doft mean something;
I heard thee say but now, thou lik / not that,
When Cafro left my wife. What didft not like ?
And when I told thee he was of my counsel,
my whole course of wooing, thou criedit, indeed!
And didft contract and purse thy brow together,
As if thou then hadft shut up in thy brain
Some horrible conceit. If thou doft love me,
Shew me thy thought.
lago. My Lord, you know I love you. .
Oth. I think thou doft :
And for I know thou art full of love and honesty,
And weigh'it thy words before thou giv'st them breath,
Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more :
For such things, in a false disloyal knave,
Are tricks of custom ; but, in a man that's just,
They're close dilations working from the heart,
That paffion cannot rule.
lago. For Michael Cassia,
I dare be sworn, I think, that he is honeft.
Oth. I think fo too.
lago. Men should be what they seem; Or, those that be not, 'would they might seem none !
Oth. Certain, men should be what they seem!
lago. Why then, I think, Casio's an honest man.
Oth. Nay, yet there's more in this;
I pray thee speak to me as to thy thinkings,
As thou doft cuminate; and give thy worlt of thoughts
The worst of words.
lago. Good my Lord, pardon me.
Though I am bound to every act of duty,
I am not bound to that all slaves are free to.
Utter my thoughts !-Why, say, they are vile and false;
As where's that palace whereinto foul things
Someti.nes intrude not? Who has a breast fo pure,
But fome uncleanly apprehensions
Keep leets and law-days, and in sessions fit
With meditations lawful ?
Oth. Thou dost confpire against thy friend, Iago,
If thou but think'st him wrong'd, and mak'tt his ear
A ftranger to thy thoughts.
lago. I do beseech you,
Though I, perchance, am vicious in my guess,
4s, I confess, it is iny nature's plague
To spy into abuse; and oft my jealousy
Shapes faults that are not; I entreat you then,
From one that so improbably conceits,
Your wisdom would not build yourself a trouble
Out of my scattering and unfure observance.
It were not for your quiet nor your good,
Nor for my manhood, honesty, and wisdom,.
To let you know my thoughts..
Oih. What doft thou mean?
lago. Good name in man and woman, dear
Lord Is the immediate jewel of their souls. Who steals my purse, steals trajh ; 'tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been flave to thousands : But he that filches from me my good name,. Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed !
Dib. By heaven, I'll know thy thoughts
lago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand; Nor îhall not, whilft 'tis in my custody.
lago. Oh, beware, my Lord, of jealousy; It is a green-eyed monster, which doth make The meat it feeds op. That cuckold lives in bliss, Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger ; But, oh! what damned minutes tells he o'er, Who doats, yet doubts ; fufpects, yet strongly loves!
Oib. Oh misery! lago. Poor and content is rich, and rich enough; Bow riches fineless is as poor as winter,