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For nothing canst thou to damnation add,
Greater than that.

. Iago. Oh grace! oh Heaven defend me!
Are you a man? have you a soul? or sense ?
God be w' you: take mine office, 0 wretched
That livest to make thine honesty a vice! [fool,
Oh monstrous world! take note, take note, oh
To be direct and honest, is not safe. [world,
I thank you for this profit, and from hence
I'll love no friend, sith love breeds such offence.

Oth. Nay, stay-thou shouldst be honest,

Iago. I should be wise, for honesty's a fool,
And loses what it works for.

Oth. By the world,
I think my wife is honest, and think she is not;
I think that thou art just, and think thou art not;
I'll have some proof. Her name, that was as fresh
As Dian's visage, is now begrim'd and black
As my own face. If there be cords, or knives,
Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams,
I'll not endure't-'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 ?

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:
But sith l’m entered in this cause so far,
Prick'd to't by foolish honesty and love,
I will go on. I lay with Cassio lately,
And, being troubled with a raging tooth,
I could not sleep.
There are a kind of men, so loose of soul,
That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs ;
One of this kind is Cassio ;--

Oth. Oh, monstrous! monstrous!
Iago. Nay, this was but his dream.

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
One is too poor, too weak for my revenge.
Now do I see 'tis true. Look here, Iago,
All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven ;
'Tis gone;
Arise black vengeance from the hollow hell!
Yield up, oh love, thy crown and hearted throne
To tyrannous hate! swell busom with thy fraught,
For 'tis of aspic's tongues.

Iago. Yet be content.
Oth. Oh, blood, blood, blood [change.
Iago. Patience, I say: your mind, perhaps, may

Oth. Never lago. Like to the Pontic sea,
Whose icy current and compulsive course,
Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on
To the Propontic, and the Hellespont:

VOL. III. . H

Even so my bloody thoughts with violent pace
Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love,
Till that a capable and wide revenge
Swallow them up.--Now, by yon marble heaven,
In the due reverence of a sacred vow [He kneels.
I here engage my words

Iago. Do not rise yet: · [Iago kneels.
Witness you ever-burning lights above !
You elements that clip us round about !
Witness that here Iago doth give up
The execution of his wit, hands, heart,
To wronged Othello's service. Let him command,
Nor to obey shall be in me remorse,
What bloody business ever.

Oth. I greet thy love, . Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounAnd will upon the instant put thee tot: [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.
Enter DESDEMONA, ÆMILIA, and Clown.

Des. Do you know, sirrah, where lieutenant Cassio lies?

Clown. I dare not say he lies any where.
Des. Why, man?

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 ?

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