That liv'st to make thine honesty a vice! O monstrous world! Take note, take note; O world! I thank you for this profit; and, from hence, I'll love no friend, since love breeds such offence. Oth. Nay, stay. Thou shouldst be honest. Iago. I should be wise; for honesty's a fool, And loses that it works for. Oth. By the world, I'll not endure it. - Would I were satisfied! Iago. I see, Sir, you are eaten up with passion. I do repent me that I put it to you. You would be satisfied? Oth. Would! nay, I will. lago. And may; but how? how satisfied, my lord? Would you the supervision grossly gape on? Behold her topp'd? Oth. 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, Oth. Give me a living reason she's disloyal. Iago. I do not like the office; But, sith I am enter'd in this cause so far, There are a kind of men so loose of soul, That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs: In sleep I heard him say, "Sweet Desdemona; And then, Sir, would he gripe, and wring my hand, That grew upon my lips: then, laid his leg Over my thigh, and sigh'd, and kiss'd; and then Cried, Iago. "Cursed fate, that gave thee to the Moor!" Nay, this was but his dream. Oth. But this denoted a foregone conclusion: Oth. Oth. I gave her such a one: 't was my first gift. Iago. I know not that; but such a handkerchief, (I am sure it was your wife's) did I to-day See Cassio wipe his beard with. If it be that, Oth. It speaks against her with the other proofs. One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. Now do I see 't is true. - Look here, Iago; All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven: 't is gone. lago. Pray, be content. Oth. O, blood, Iago, blood! Iago. Patience, I say; your mind, perhaps, may change. Oth. Never, Iago. Like to the Pontick sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Swallow them up. Now, by yond' marble heaven, I here engage my words. Do not rise yet. Iago. To wrong'd Othello's service. Let him command, What bloody work soe'er. Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounteous, And will upon the instant put thee to 't. Within these three days let me hear thee say, That Cassio's not alive. Iago. My friend is dead: 't is done at your request: But let her live. Oth. [Kneeling. [Kneeling Damn her, lewd minx! O, damn her! Come, go with me apart; I will withdraw, To furnish me with some swift means of death SCENE IV. The Same. Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, and Clown. [Exeunt. Des. Do you know, sirrah, where the lieutenant Cassio lies? Clo. I dare not say, he lies any where. Des. Why, man? Clo. He is 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 I lie. Des. Can any thing be made of this? 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? Clo. I will catechize the world for him; that is, make questions, and by them answer. Des. Seek him; bid him come hither: tell him, I have moved my lord in his behalf, and hope, all will be well. Clo. To do this is within the compass of man's wit; and therefore I will attempt the doing it. Des. Where should I lose that handkerchief, Emilia? Des. Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse Full of cruzadoes; and but my noble Moor Is true of mind, and made of no such baseness As jealous creatures are, it were enough 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. [Exit 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? Oth. Well, my good lady. — [Aside.] O, hardness to dis How do you, semble! Desdemona? Well, my good lord. Oth. Give me your hand. This hand is moist, my lady. For here's a young and sweating devil here, Des. You may, indeed, say so; For 't was that hand that gave away my heart. Oth. A liberal hand: the hearts of old gave hands, But our new heraldry is hands, not hearts. Des I cannot speak of this. Come now, your promise. Des. I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you. Des. Here, my lord. Oth. That which I gave you. Des. I have it not about me. 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 'T would make her amiable, and subdue my father Entirely to her love; but if she lost it, |