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For nothing canst thou to damnation add,
. Iago. Oh grace! oh Heaven defend me!
Oth. Nay, stay-thou shouldst be honest,
Iago. I should be wise, for honesty's a fool,
Oth. By the world,
Iago. I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion;
Oih. Would ? nay, and will.
lago. And may ; but how ? how satisfied, my Would you be supervisor, grossly gape on? [lord ? Behold her tupp'd ?
Oth. Death and damnation ! oh!
Iago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think, To bring 'em to that prospect : damn them, theri, If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster, More than their own. What then? how then? What shall I say? where's satisfaction? It is impossible you should see this, Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys, As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross As ignorance made drunk. But yet, I say, If imputation and strong circuinstances, Which lead directly to the door of truth, Will give you satisfaction, you might hav't.
Oih. Give me a living reason she's disloyal.
Iago. I do not like the office:
Oth. Oh, monstrous! monstrous!
Oth, But this denoted a foregone conclusion; *Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream.
Tago. And this may help to thicken other proofs, That do demonstrate thinly..
Oth. I'll tear her all to pieces.
Iago. Nay, but be wise; yet we see nothing She may be honest yet.—Tell me but this, [done; · Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief, Spotted with strawberries, in your wife's hand ?
Oth. I gave her such a one, 'twas my first gift. Iugo. I know not that; but such a handkerchief, (I'm sure it was your wife's), did I to-day See Cassio wipe his beard with.
Oth. If it be that
Iago. If it be that, or any, if 'twas hers, It speaks against her with the other proofs.
Oth. Oh, that the slave had forty thousand lives
Iago. Yet be content.
Oth. Never lago. Like to the Pontic sea,
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Even so my bloody thoughts with violent pace
Iago. Do not rise yet: · [Iago kneels.
Oth. I greet thy love, . Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounAnd will upon the instant put thee to’t: [teous, Within these three days let me hear thee say, That Cassio's not alive.
Iago. My friend is dead; 'Tis done at your request. But let her live. Oth. Damn her, lewd minx! Oh, damn her!
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-another Apartment in the Palace.
Des. Do you know, sirrah, where lieutenant Cassio lies?
Clown. I dare not say he lies any where.
Clown. He's a soldier, and for me to say a soldier lies, 'tis stabbing.
Des. Go to, where lodges he?
Clown. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you where I lie.
Des. Can any thing be made of this ?
Clown. I know not where he lodges ; and for me to devise a lodging, and say lie lies here, or he lies there, were to lie in mine own throat.
Des. Can you inquire him out, and be edified by report?
Clown. I will catechize the world for him ; that is, make questions, and bid them answer.
Des. Seek him, bid him come hither : tell him I have moved my Lord on his behalf, and hope all will be well.
Clown. To do this is within the compass of man's wit, and therefore I will attempt the doing of it.
[Exit Clown. Des. Where should I lose that handkerchief, Æmilia ?