Convinced or supplied them, they can't choose

But they must blab)

Oth. Hath he said any thing?

[sured,

Iago. He hath my lord; but be you well as

No more than he'll unswear.

Oth. What hath he said?

[did

Iago. Why, that he did—I know not what he

Oth. What? what?

Iago. Lie

Oth. With her?

Iago. With her, on her,

-what you will

Oth. Lie with her! lic on her! lie with her! that's fulsome: handkerchief-confessions-handkerchief-handkerchief to confess and be hanged for his labour-First to be hanged, and then-to confess!-I tremble at it-Nature would not invest herself in such shadowing without some instruction. It is not words that shake me thuspish-noses, ears, and lips-is't possible!-confess! -handkerchief!-Oh devil!

Iago. Work on,

[Falls in a Trance. [caught;

My medicine, work! thus credulous fools are And many worthy and chaste dames even thus, All guiltless, meet reproach. What, hoa! my My lord, I say, Othello.—-—

Enter CASSIO.

How now, Cassio?

[lord!

Cas. What's the matter?

Iago. My lord is fell into an epilepsy,
This is the second fit; he had one yesterday.
Cas. Rub him about the temples.

Iago. No, forbear,

The lethargy must have his quiet course;
If not, he foams at mouth, and by and by
Breaks out to savage madness: look, he stirs.
Do you withdraw yourself a little while,
He will recover straight; when he is

gone, I would on great occasion speak with you.

[Exit Cassio. How is it, general? have you not hurt your head?

Oth. Dost thou mock me?

Iago. I mock you not, by Heaven :

Would you would bear your fortunes like a man. Oth. A horned man's a monster and a beast. Iago. There's many a beast then in a populous And many a civil monster.

Oth. Did he confess it?

lago. Good Sir, be a man;

[city.

Think, every bearded fellow, that's but yoked, May draw with you. Millions are now alive, That nightly lie in those unproper beds, [ter. Which they dare swear peculiar. Your case is betOh, 'tis the spight of hell, the fiend's arch-mock, To lip a wanton in a secure couch;

And to suppose her chaste. No, let me know, And knowing what I am, I know what she shall be.

Oth. Oh, thou art wise; 'tis certain. Iago. Stand you a while apart, Confine yourself but in a patient list.

Whilst you were here, o’erwhelmed with your grief, (A passion most unsuiting such a man)

Cassio came hither. I shifted him away,
And laid good 'scuses on your ecstasy ;

Bade him anon return, and here speak with me;
The which he promised. Do but encave yourself,
And mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable scorns,
That dwell in every region of his face.

For I will make him tell the tale anew;
Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when,
He hath, and is again to cope your wife.

I say, but mark his gesture. Marry, patience;
Or I shall say, you are all in all in spleen,
And nothing of a man.

Oth. Dost thou hear, Iago?

I will be found most cunning in my patience;
But, dost thou hear? most bloody.

Iago. That's not amiss;

But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw?

[Othello withdraws.

Now will I question Cassio of Bianca,

A housewife, that, by selling her desires,

Buys herself bread and cloth. It is a creature That doats on Cassio; as 'tis the strumpet's plague To beguile many, and be beguil'd by one;

He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain
From the excess of laughter.-Here he comes-

Enter CASSIO.

As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad;
And his unbookish jealousy must construe
Poor Cassio's smiles, gestures, and light behaviour,
Quite in this wrong. How do you now, lieutenant?
Cas. The worser, that you give me the addition,
Whose want even kills me.

[on't: Iago. Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure Now if this suit lay in Bianca's power,

How quickly should you speed?

Cas. Alas, poor caitiff!

[Speaking lower.

[Aside.

Oth. Look how he laughs already.

Iago. I never knew a woman love man so.
Cas. Alas, poor rogue, I think indeed she loves me.
Oth. Now he denies it faintly and laughs out.

Iago. Do you hear, Cassio!

Oth. Now he importunes him

[Aside.

To tell it o'er; go to, well said, well said. [Aside.

Iago. She gives it out that you shall

Cas. Ha, ha, ha!

Oth. Do you triumph, Roman? do

marry her.

you triumph?

[Aside.

Cas. I marry her!-What? a customer? pr'ythee bear some charity to my wit, do not think it so unwholesome. Ha, ha, ha!

Oth. So, so they laugh that win.

Iago. Why, the

cry goes that you

Cas. Pr'ythee, say true.

Iago. I am a very villain else.

Oth. Have you scored me! well.

[Aside.

shall marry

[her.

[Aside.

Cas. This is the monkey's (66) own giving out: she is persuaded I will marry her, out of her own love and flattery, not out of my promise.

Oth. Iago beckons me: now he begins the story.

[Aside.

Cas. She was here even now: she haunts me in every place. I was the other day talking on the sea bank with certain Venetians, and thither comes the bauble, and falls me thus about the neck—

Oth. Crying, Oh dear Cassio, as it were: his gesture imports it.

[Aside. Cas. So hangs and lolls, and weeps upon me, so shakes, and pulls me. Ha, ha, ha!

Oth. Now he tells how she plucked him to my chamber: oh I see that nose of yours, but not that dog I shall throw it to.

[Aside.

(66) The monkey. Bianca's face in the moon is not unlike that of a baboon.