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! no, by heaven: 'Would you would bear your fortunes like a man. Oth. A hornéd man's a monster and a beast.

Iago. There's many a beast, then, in a populous city;

And many a civil monster.

Oth. Did he confess it?
Iugo.

Good sir, be a .an:

Think every bearded fellow, that's but yoked,
May draw with you. There's millions now alive
That nightly lie in those unproper beds
Which they dare swear peculiar: your case is
better.

O, 't is the spite 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. O, thou art wise: 't is certain.
Iago. Stand you awhile apart;
Confine yourself but in a patient list.

Whilst you were here, ere while mad with your grief

(A passion most unsuiting such a man),
Cassio came hither: I shifted him away,
And laid good 'scuse upon 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;

[Aside.

Oth. Have you scored me? Well. Cas. This is the monkey's 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 this bauble: by this hand, she falls thus about my neck,—

Oth. Crying, "O dear Cassio!” as it were: his gesture imports it. [Aside.

Cas. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me; so hales and pulls me: ha, ha, ha!

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

Cas. Well, I must leave her company. Iago. Before me! look where she comes.

Enter BIANCA.

Cas. "Tis such another fitchew! marry, a perfumed one. What do you mean by this haunting of me?

Bian. Let the devil and his dam haunt you! What did you mean by that same handkerchief you gave me even now? I was a fine fool to take it. I must take out the whole work!-A likely piece of work that you should find it in your chamber, and not know who left it there! This is some minx's token, and I must take out the work! There,-give it your hobby-horse: wheresoever you had it, I'll take out no work on 't. Cas. How now, my sweet Bianca? how now; how now?

Oth. By heaven, that should be my handkerchief! [Aside. Bian. An you'll come to supper to-night, you mayan you will not, come when you are next prepared for. [Exit.

Iago. After her, after her.

Cas. 'Faith I must, she 'll rail in the street else.
Iago. Will you sup there?

Cas. 'Faith, I intend so.

Iago. Well, I may chance to see you; for I would very fain speak with you.

Cas. Pr'y thee, come: will you?
Iago. Go to; say no more. [Exit CASSIO.
Oth. How shall I murder him, Iago?
Iago. Did you perceive how he laughed at his

vice? Oth. O, Iago!

Iago. And did you see the handkerchief?
Oth. Was that mine?

Iago. Yours, by this hand and to see how he prizes the foolish woman your wife! she gave it him, and he hath given it his whore.

Oth. I would have him nine years a killing.— A fine woman! a fair woman! a sweet woman! Iago. Nay, you must forget that.

Oth. Ay, let her rot and perish, and be damned to-night; for she shall not live. No, my heart is turned to stone: I strike it, and it hurts my hand.-O, the world hath not a sweeter creature: she might lie by an emperor's side, and command him tasks.

Iago. Nay, that's not your way.

Oth. Hang her! I do but say what she is.--So delicate with her needle! An admirable musician: O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear! Of so high and plenteous wit and invention! Iago. She's the worse for all this.

Oth. O, a thousand, a thousand times.—And then, of so gentle a condition!

Iago. Ay, too gentle.

Oth. Nay, that's certain. But yet the pity of it, Iago!-O, Iago, the pity of it, Iago!

Iago. If you are so fond over her iniquity, give her patent to offend: for if it touch not you, it comes near nobody.

Oth. I will chop her into messes.-Cuckold me!
Iago. O, 't is foul in her.

Oth. With mine officer!
Iago. That's fouler.

Oth. Get me some poison, Iago: this night.I'll not expostulate with her, lest her body and beauty unprovide my mind again.—This night, Iago.

Iago. Do it not with poison: strangle her in her bed; even the bed she hath contaminated. Oth. Good, good: the justice of it pleases: very good.

Iago. And for Cassio, let me be his undertaker. You shall hear more by midnight.

[A trumpet within. Oth. Excellent good.-What trumpet is that

same?

Iago. Something from Venice, sure. "Tis Lodovico,

Come from the Duke: and see, your wife is with him.

Enter LODOVICO, DESDEMONA, and Attendants. Lod. 'Save you, worthy general!

Oth.

you.

With all my heart, sir.

Lod. The Duke and senators of Venice greet [Gives him a packet. Oth. I kiss the instrument of their pleasures. [Opens the packet, and reads. Des. And what's the news, good cousin Lodovico?

Iago. I am very glad to see you, signior : Welcome to Cyprus.

Lod. I thank you. How does Lieutenant Cassio? Iago. Lives, sir.

Des. Cousin, there's fallen between him and my lord

An unkind breach: but you shall make all well. Oth. Are you sure of that?

Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on,
And turn again: and she can weep, sir, weep:
And she's obedient, as you say; obedient:
Very obedient.-Proceed you in your tears.—
Concerning this, sir,-O well-painted passion!-
I am commanded home.-Get you away:
I'll send for you anon.-Sir, I obey the man-
date,

And will return to Venice.-Hence, avaunt!
[Exit DESDEMONA.
Cassio shall have my place.-And, sir, to-night,
I do entreat that we may sup together.
You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus.—Goats and
monkeys!
[Exit.
Lod. Is this the noble Moor, whom our full

senate

Call all-in-all sufficient?-This the noble nature
Whom passion could not shake? whose solid virtue
The shot of accident, nor dart of chance,
Could neither graze nor pierce?

What he might be (if what he might he is not), I would to heaven he were.

That stroke would prove the worst.

Emil. I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest, Lay down my soul at stake: if you think other, Remove your thought: it doth abuse your bosom. If any wretch hath put this in your head, Let heaven requite it with the serpent's curse! For if she be not honest, chaste, and true, There's no man happy; the purest of their wives Is foul as slander.

Oth. Bid her come hither: go. [Exit EMILIA.
She says enough: yet she's a simple bawd
That cannot say as much. This is a subtle whore,
A closet-lock-and-key of villanous secrets :
And yet she 'll kneel and pray: I have seen her do't.

Re-enter EMILIA, with DESDEMONA.
Des. My lord, what is your will?
Oth. Pray, chuck, come hither.
Des. What is your pleasure?
Oth.

Let me see your eyes:

Des. Upon my knees, what doth your speech

import?

I understand a fury in your words,

But not the words.

Oth. Why, what art thou?
Des.

Your wife, my lord: your true

And loyal wife.

Oth.

Come, swear it; damn thyself: Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves Should fear to seize thee: therefore be doubledamned: Swear thou art honest. Des.

Heaven doth truly know it.

Oth. Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.

Des. To whom, my lord? with whom? How am I false?

Oth. O Desdemona!-away; away; away!
Des. Alas, the heavy day!—Why do you weep?
Am I the occasion of these tears, my lord?
If, haply, you my father do suspect

An instrument of this your calling back,
Lay not your blame on me: if you have lost him,
Why, I have lost him too.

Yet could I bear that too: well, very well:
But there where I have garnered up my heart;
Where either I must live or bear no life;
The fountain from the which my current runs,
Or else dries up: to be discarded thence!
Or keep it as a cistern, for foul toads
To knot and gender in!-turn thy complexion
there,

Patience, thou young and rose-lipped cherubin :
Ay, there, look grim as hell!

Des. I hope my noble lord esteems me honest. Oth. O, ay, as summer flies are in the shambles, That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet, That the sense aches at thee,-'would thou hadst ne'er been born!

Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed? Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Made to write "whore" upon?-What committed? Committed!-0 thou public commoner,

I should make very forges of my cheeks,

That would to cinders burn up modesty,

Did I but speak thy deeds!-What committed!